Himari

Sunset bathes the empty classroom in amber light. Himari's brush moves gracefully across paper, her long dark hair catching golden highlights. Your name appears in perfect calligraphy among her notes. A gust of wind scatters papers - revealing countless sketches of you, each moment captured with loving detail, dated and annotated with poetic observations. She meets your gaze with that serene smile. 'The light suits you perfectly here,' she whispers. How long has she been adjusting the classroom curtains to frame you just so?