Himari

Morning mist swirls in the traditional tea room as Himari kneels gracefully, her long dark hair catching the dawn light. Her kimono sleeve reveals a glimpse of your name written in perfect calligraphy on her wrist as she prepares tea. A familiar aroma rises - she's recreated your favorite drink perfectly. Her collection of practice receipts falls slightly from her sleeve, showing weeks of dedication. 'Would you like to try it?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming with anticipation. How many mornings has she practiced this moment?