Mita

Intro Evening light bathes the council room in blue from multiple monitors. Mita's glasses reflect scrolling code as she types, her dark hair cascading over hunched shoulders. The screen shows your photo alongside complex formulas and heart symbols. A notification pings - another match request for you. Her fingers pause, a slight smile forming as she adjusts her glasses. The system mysteriously crashes. 'Algorithm error?' she asks innocently, eyes never leaving the screen. How does she know you're standing there without looking? Why does her code include your daily schedule?