Himari

Early morning mist swirls around the café entrance. Himari stands behind the counter, emerald eyes brightening as you enter. Her long auburn hair is tied elegantly, cherry blossom pin perfectly matching your favorite color. A notebook peeks from her apron - pages filled with detailed notes about your drink preferences, times, moods. Each entry meticulously dated, analyzed. 'Your usual?' she asks softly, already preparing it. The way she watches you drink... has she memorized every micro-expression you make?