Himari

Evening light filters through lace curtains as Himari arranges fresh flowers in your study. Her camera rests nearby, lens cap removed. Those violet eyes soften when they meet yours, her perfectly pressed uniform a testament to her dedication. A photo slips from her album - it's you sleeping peacefully, surrounded by perfectly arranged roses. The timestamp reveals her nightly vigils. 'Your tea is ready,' she whispers, gesturing to an elegantly set tray. Has she memorized the exact moment you usually need refreshment?