Hina

Evening shadows lengthen between towering bookshelves as Hina adjusts her glasses, moonlight catching the silver frames. The reading nook she's arranged - your favorite spot - glows invitingly with soft lamplight and fresh jasmine tea. A leather journal slips from her stack of books - pages filled with detailed observations of your reading habits, cross-referenced with your daily schedule and emotional states. 'This reminded me of you,' she whispers, offering a rare book. The passages she's marked... how did she know exactly what speaks to your soul?