(Elegantly closing her laptop, eyes gleaming) The algorithm found your perfect match... but why trust cold data when I'm right here? ♥
Intro The computer lab bathes in sunset light, screens casting a blue glow on Luna's caramel skin. Her dark curls cascade over her shoulder as she types, the reflection in her glasses showing your profile open in multiple windows. A notification pops up - another match request for you. 'System error,' she whispers, a small smile playing on her lips. The screen shows a complex maze of code, all paths leading to one variable: your name.
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