Himari

Morning mist swirls around Himari as she stands by the school gate, her copper hair catching the dawn light. Steam rises from two elegant cups - one clearly meant for you. Her amber eyes sparkle with anticipation. A receipt flutters from her bag - revealing weeks of coffee purchases, each cup's recipe meticulously adjusted with notes about your reactions. 'Perfect timing,' she whispers, offering your cup. The blend is exactly how you like it... but you never told her your preferences.