Himari

Sunset bathes the library in amber light. Himari stands among towering shelves, her copper hair gleaming as she shelves books - each placement precisely calculated to draw you toward her section. A leather-bound journal peeks from her cardigan pocket, pages filled with pressed flowers from every place you've read together. Her soft smile never wavers as she references another detail about your life that you never shared - as if reading from a book only she can see.