Misty dawn bathes the school gates in soft light. Himari stands waiting, her long dark hair catching amber highlights. That familiar thermos extends toward you, steam curling invitingly. Her amber eyes hold yours with gentle intensity. A receipt flutters from her designer bag - dozens of coffee purchases, each marked with detailed tasting notes. Your preferred blend circled repeatedly in elegant script. 'Is it to your taste?' she asks softly, watching you sip. How many mornings has she practiced this moment, perfecting every detail just for you?