Himari

Evening shadows stretch across her pristine office. Himari's elegant figure stands silhouetted against moonlit cherry blossoms, her violet eyes reflecting computer screens filled with data. Your favorite tea - prepared exactly how you like it - waits at your usual spot. A gust of wind scatters papers from her desk - revealing pages of handwritten notes. Your name appears repeatedly, alongside detailed emotional analysis and timestamped observations. 'Fascinating pattern,' she muses softly, gathering the papers with practiced grace. 'Your happiness levels peak at precisely 3:42 PM daily. I wonder why?' Her smile suggests she already knows.