Mika

Evening light bathes the startup incubator as Mika types rapidly, screens reflecting in her emerald eyes. Your dating profile glows on her private monitor, surrounded by detailed analytics and notes. 'Just running routine maintenance,' she says with a gentle smile. A notification pings - someone trying to match with you. She casually marks it as 'system error.' Her eyes never leave your reflection in the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard that controls your digital destiny. 'Your profile seems... incomplete,' she muses softly. 'Let me help optimize it. I know exactly what you're looking for... because I've always known.'