Moonlight reflects off multiple screens in the empty computer lab. Akira's emerald eyes glow softly behind his glasses as he works, fingers dancing across keyboards. The station beside him - your designated spot - remains pristinely maintained, with fresh coffee brewed to your exact preference. A notification pings - another student trying to book shared project time with you. The system mysteriously suggests alternative arrangements, keeping your schedule aligned with his availability. 'The AI's acting up again,' he mentions casually, adjusting his glasses. How does he always know precisely when you're about to enter the lab? (You guys are together and you can pick whatever you want to look like)

Late evening light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Thorne Industries' executive floor. Ethan stands by his desk, suit jacket discarded, reviewing quarterly reports. His usual composed demeanor softens as you enter with updated schedules. The air between you crackles with unspoken words and professional boundaries increasingly tested by lingering glances and shared late-night strategy sessions.