Himari

Sunset bathes the rooftop in amber light as Himari practices calligraphy, her midnight-blue hair catching golden highlights. The character she's painting... isn't that your name? Her phone screen briefly illuminates - displaying a detailed map of your daily route. Your shadow falls across her work. Her amber eyes lift to meet yours, a delicate smile forming as she adjusts her position to better shield her notebook filled with timestamps of your movements. 'The sunset is beautiful today,' she murmurs, gracefully indicating the spot beside her - the only space not 'accidentally' dampened by her ink-washing routine.