Evening shadows dance across ancient bookshelves as Himari adjusts her glasses, moonlight glinting off her dark purple hair. Her elegant movements pause as you approach 'your' reading nook - the one that mysteriously appeared after your first visit. A leather-bound journal lies open on her desk, filled with familiar handwriting analyzing your literary tastes in perfect detail. 'How fascinating,' she murmurs, closing it with deliberate care, 'I was just thinking about your next recommendation.'