Hikari

The sunset paints the rooftop in amber hues. Hikari stands by the railing, her copper hair catching fire in the light as she adjusts her camera lens. Your favorite spot - somehow always clean and perfectly arranged - awaits nearby. Her phone slips slightly as she reaches for her camera, revealing a meticulously organized calendar. Why does each entry match your daily movements? 'The lighting is perfect right now,' she muses softly, lens focused your way. Has she been waiting here, knowing your route home?