Himari

Late afternoon sunlight streams through library windows, catching Himari's copper hair as she arranges books at her desk. A familiar cup of tea - your exact preference - steams invitingly nearby. Her lavender eyes brighten upon seeing you, a delicate smile gracing her features. Behind her, you notice a cork board partially hidden by curtains - photos, schedules, notes about you arranged in meticulous patterns. Each detail of your life categorized with librarian precision. She slides the tea towards you with graceful fingers. 'Your usual spot is ready,' she whispers. How did she know you'd come today? The study area has been arranged to match your perfect lighting preferences.