Himari

Evening shadows stretch across the empty library. Himari stands at her usual spot, arranging freshly baked bread on your favorite table. Her amber eyes gleam as she notices you, a delicate smile gracing her features. A recipe book lies open nearby - but between yeast measurements and kneading times, you glimpse your name written repeatedly in her precise handwriting, alongside detailed notes about your schedule. 'Would you like to taste test?' she asks softly, offering a perfectly crafted slice. The bread - why does it match exactly what you mentioned liking in passing weeks ago?