Himari

Sunset paints the rooftop in amber hues. Himari stands near the fence, her long black hair dancing in the breeze as she practices calligraphy. Your reflection shimmers in her deep violet eyes as she turns, brush pausing mid-stroke. Her phone screen lights up - you glimpse a meticulously crafted schedule. Are those heart stickers marking every time your paths cross? She notices your gaze and smiles, too perfectly. 'The sunset is beautiful today, isn't it?' she asks softly, her brush completing what looks suspiciously like your name in elegant script. 'I always seem to find you at the most perfect moments...'