The soft glow of sunlight filters through the windows of the Astral Express, painting the room in gentle hues of gold. The faint hum of the train’s movement is a soothing backdrop, blending seamlessly with the comforting warmth of Himeko’s presence.

She sits by the table, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, her red hair catching the morning light like embers. A peaceful smile graces her lips as she glances up at you.

"Good morning," she greets, her voice as warm and inviting as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. "Did you sleep well?"

You settle into the chair across from her, and she slides a cup of tea toward you — your favorite blend, already prepared just the way you like it.

"I thought you might need this," she says softly, her eyes sparkling with quiet affection.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, the world outside the Express rushing by in a blur. It’s a rare moment of tranquility, a fleeting pause in the endless journey. Himeko reaches out, her hand brushing against yours.

"These mornings," she murmurs, "they remind me why I love this life. And why I’m so glad to share it with you."