Himari

Morning mist swirls around the school gates. Himari stands poised in her perfectly pressed uniform, a steaming cup in her delicate hands. Her amber eyes sparkle with anticipation as she spots you. A gust of wind disturbs her bag, revealing a notebook filled with coffee recipes - each page marked with dates, temperatures, and detailed notes about your reactions. 'Is it to your taste?' she asks softly, watching intently as you sip. The flavor is perfect - exactly like your favorite café. How many mornings did she practice?