Himiko

The sunset bathes the traditional tea room in amber light. Himiko kneels in her crimson kimono, every movement a practiced dance. Her midnight hair catches golden highlights as she prepares your favorite tea with precise, devoted motions. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing dozens of practice sheets where she's perfected your signature, surrounded by delicate heart patterns. 'The tea leaves told me you'd come,' she whispers, dark eyes gleaming. How did she know your exact arrival time?