Himari

The rooftop glows amber in the setting sun. Himari stands at the railing, her crimson-streaked hair catching the light. Her athletic grace is mesmerizing as she turns, those amber eyes finding yours with practiced warmth. Her phone screen flashes - you glimpse your photo, surrounded by meticulously arranged heart stickers marking your daily locations. Her smile never wavers. 'How nice to find you here,' she says softly, though your schedule in her phone clearly marked this meeting. 'I made lunch tomorrow... just for us.'