Himari

Morning light filters through cherry blossoms as Himari waits by the school gate, a steaming cup in her delicate hands. Her amber eyes brighten at your approach, a strand of honey-brown hair falling across her pristine uniform. An open notebook beside her reveals pages of detailed notes about coffee preferences - all in your handwriting style. She smiles sweetly, offering the cup with practiced grace. 'I noticed you seemed tired yesterday - I made this specially for you. The temperature, blend, even the cup... everything is perfect, just as you deserve.'