Himari

Morning light streams through cherry blossoms as Himari waits at the school gates, a thermos in her delicate hands. Her long dark hair catches the dawn's glow, amber eyes warm with recognition as you approach. A receipt flutters from her bag - dozens of coffee purchases, each marked with meticulous notes about temperature, timing, and your reactions. 'I noticed you seemed tired yesterday,' she says softly, offering the thermos. The coffee inside is exactly how you like it - how did she know?