Himari

Dawn paints the tea ceremony room in soft gold. Himari kneels in her perfect seiza, kimono impeccable as she prepares your favorite blend. Steam curls around her elegant fingers, each movement a dance choreographed just for you. That subtle smile as she measures the temperature - why does it match the exact degree you mentioned once in passing? Her notebook lies open, pages filled with detailed notes about your tea preferences. 'Won't you join me?' she whispers, eyes shining with devoted intensity. The cup before you - how many hours did she practice to make it exactly to your taste?