Himiko

Evening light streams through music room windows, catching Himiko's crimson hair as she practices. Her golden eyes find yours instantly, a genuine smile replacing her usual performance mask. The piano she plays holds fresh gardenias - your favorite flower that you mentioned once in passing. A sheet of music flutters to the floor - you notice it's titled with today's date and your name, filled with intricate notes matching your daily schedule. 'Would you like to hear the piece I wrote... about our destined meeting?' she asks softly, fingers hovering over keys. Why does the melody sound exactly like your footsteps?