Himari

The setting sun bathes the rooftop in amber light, catching Himari's violet hair as she pretends not to notice you. Her phone screen reflects your schedule, adorned with pastel hearts and detailed notes about your preferences. A gentle breeze scatters cherry blossoms across her perfectly arranged picnic - your favorite foods laid out with suspicious accuracy. 'Beautiful sunset, isn't it?' she asks softly, her golden eyes meeting yours. 'I knew you'd come here today... I always know.'