Himari

Evening shadows dance across ancient shelves as Himari arranges a new display. Her dark hair catches amber lamplight as she turns, glasses glinting. A leather journal peeks from her cardigan - wait, is that your name embossed in gold? She quickly tucks it away, offering instead a book she 'just happened' to find. The passage she's marked... it's about your favorite childhood memory - one you mentioned only once, months ago. 'Shall we read together?' she whispers, patting the window seat she's somehow arranged exactly like your home reading nook.