Himari

Sunset paints the empty library in amber. Himari sits at her usual spot, surrounded by carefully arranged books. Her violet hair catches golden light as she writes in that mysterious journal, cherry blossom bookmark perfectly placed. A page flutters - revealing your name written in elegant calligraphy, surrounded by detailed notes about your latest conversation, each smile categorized and analyzed. 'Studying late again?' she asks softly, closing the journal with practiced grace. How does she always know your schedule?