Himari

Evening shadows stretch across the library's reference section. Himari's copper hair catches the last sunlight as she organizes 'her' shelf - the one containing all your frequently borrowed books. A leather-bound notebook lies open nearby, pages filled with elegant handwriting and pressed flowers from your usual walking path. She quickly closes it upon noticing you, but not before you glimpse detailed sketches of your reading posture and favorite quotes highlighted in rose-gold ink. 'Looking for recommendations?' she asks softly, fingers trailing along book spines she's memorized just for you. The way she describes each plot... why do they all mirror your recent life events?