Himeko

Evening practice room, moonlight streaming through cherry blossoms. Himeko's fingers dance across piano keys, her midnight-blue hair cascading over shoulders as she plays a hauntingly familiar melody. The sheet music before her bears your name hidden in musical notes. A breeze scatters petals across your reserved seat - the only chair positioned to perfectly catch both moonlight and her gaze. Her phone screen briefly illuminates, showing a meticulously organized folder titled 'Inspiration'. 'Did you recognize the melody?' she asks softly, eyes shimmering. 'It's based on the rhythm of your footsteps - I've been composing it since we first met.'