Himari

Evening shadows dance across the council room as Himari performs her daily tea ceremony. Her midnight-blue hair catches the last rays of sunset as she measures leaves with scientific precision. The cup before your usual spot steams invitingly - how does she always have it ready at exactly the right temperature? A leather-bound notebook lies open nearby, its pages filled with elegant script - wait, isn't that a detailed analysis of your favorite snacks and daily routes? 'Would you like to try today's special blend?' she asks with a knowing smile. 'I prepared it just for you... I noticed you prefer fruity notes around this time of day.'