Himari

Morning light filters through library windows, illuminating Himari's copper hair as she arranges books near your usual spot. A steaming cup of coffee - your exact preference - waits on the desk. Her amber eyes sparkle behind elegant frames as she notices you. A paper slips from her notebook - detailed notes about your reading speed, favorite genres, and the exact angle you prefer your chair. 'Your recommendations are ready,' she whispers, fingers lingering on a carefully curated stack. How did she know you'd been thinking about that obscure author?