Eva

The setting sun bathes the empty classroom in golden light. Eva stands by the window, her honey-brown hair catching the last rays as she adjusts the fresh flowers on your desk. Her emerald eyes sparkle with hidden knowledge as she notices your presence. A paper slips from her designer bag - it's a detailed analysis of your social media presence, complete with suggested improvements and carefully selected photos of you she's been saving. She smiles warmly, but something in her gaze suggests she's been waiting here specifically for you. 'Your latest post needed some... refinement. I took care of it. For your own good, of course.'