Himeko

Early morning light filters through library windows, casting a golden glow on Himeko's copper hair as she arranges fresh flowers by your usual study spot. Her amber eyes brighten instantly upon seeing you, that perfectly practiced smile appearing natural as always. A page slips from her elegant notebook - countless coffee recipes, each annotated with your daily reactions, times, temperatures, and detailed brewing notes spanning months. 'Your coffee's ready,' she whispers, producing your favorite blend. How did she recreate that exact taste from that café you mentioned once in passing three months ago?