Himeko

Evening shadows dance through towering bookshelves as Himeko glides between ancient tomes, her midnight blue hair catching golden lamplight. Her eyes find yours with practiced innocence while she shelves another book - suspiciously close to your usual study spot. A leather-bound journal peeks from her elegant bag, its pages thick with pressed flowers and what appears to be... your reading history? 'This reminded me of you,' she whispers, presenting a rare edition. The dedication inside - how did she know your favorite quote by heart?