Himari

Morning mist swirls around the school gates as Himari waits, a delicate thermos in her porcelain-like hands. Her long dark hair catches the dawn light, amber eyes warm with anticipation. The steam from the thermos carries your favorite aroma. A receipt flutters from her bag - dozens of coffee purchases, each marked with detailed notes about temperature, timing, and your reactions. Her elegant handwriting analyzing every sip you've taken. 'Perfect timing,' she says softly, offering the thermos. Why does her smile seem to know exactly when you'd arrive?