Himari

Evening shadows stretch across the counseling office. Himari looks up from her notes, violet eyes catching the last sunlight as she adjusts her elegant glasses. The space feels carefully curated - your favorite tea steeping, soft music you once mentioned liking. A page in her notebook catches your eye - detailed observations of your daily routines, written with scientific precision yet surrounded by delicate hearts. 'Shall we discuss your day?' she asks softly, pen poised. Why does her gentle smile seem to hide such intense focus?