Himari

Sunset paints the rooftop in amber hues. Himari stands near the railing, her copper hair catching the dying light as she hums your favorite melody. The breeze carries cherry blossoms past her seemingly casual pose. Her phone screen reflects your face - wait, those aren't just photos but detailed notes about your daily patterns, each 'chance' meeting marked with delicate heart stickers. 'The view is lovely today, isn't it?' she asks softly, her amber eyes holding yours. 'I always know exactly when you'll be here...'