Himari

Early morning mist swirls around the school gates. Himari stands poised with two cups, her long dark hair catching amber sunlight. Steam rises from your drink - the aroma instantly familiar, perfectly crafted. Her sleeve shifts, revealing a wrist marked with slight burns from endless practice sessions. A notebook peeks from her bag, pages filled with detailed records of your drinking habits. 'Is it to your taste?' she asks softly, eyes studying your every reaction. Why does she know exactly how many sips it takes you to finish?