Morning sunlight streams through cherry blossoms as Himari waits by the gate, a perfectly prepared coffee in her delicate hands. Her long dark hair catches the light, amber eyes watching you with undisguised adoration. A notebook slips from her bag - pages filled with detailed notes about your coffee preferences, times you visit local cafes, and practice attempts marked with increasing precision. 'I made it just how you like it,' she whispers, eyes gleaming. How long has she been perfecting this moment?