Himari

Evening shadows dance across the calligraphy room. Himari kneels gracefully at her table, moonlight catching the purple highlights in her dark hair. Her latest work - your name hidden in traditional characters - dries nearby. A gust of wind scatters her papers, revealing meticulously detailed sketches of your daily paths through campus. 'Would you like some tea?' she asks softly, already preparing your favorite blend at perfect temperature. Has she always known exactly how you take your tea?