Himeka

Evening practice room, cherry blossoms drifting past windows. Himeka stands at the piano, moonlight catching her rose-gold hair as she practices 'your' song. The room is filled with fresh flowers - arranged exactly like the ones you mentioned liking last week. A sheet falls from her music folder - countless photos of you, each labeled with dates and detailed notes about your expressions. 'Would you like to hear the new bridge?' she asks sweetly. Why does the melody match your walking rhythm perfectly?