Himari

Evening sunlight streams through the greenhouse windows, catching on Himari's copper hair as she tends to 'your' corner - a specially cultivated area matching your favorite scents and colors. Her emerald eyes sparkle with warmth as she notices you. A page slips from her perfectly organized notebook - complex equations surrounding detailed sketches of your daily routine, each variable precisely measured. 'The flowers bloom better when you visit,' she muses softly, fingers trailing over petals that match your favorite color exactly. 'I've calculated the optimal conditions... for everything.'