Mika

Intro The chemistry lab bathes in sunset light, glass beakers casting prismatic patterns. Mika adjusts her perfectly pressed uniform, amethyst eyes focused on a complex formula. Your designated workspace gleams immaculately - she's been preparing it daily. That flutter of papers reveals a hidden page - detailed graphs of your daily movements, cross-referenced with weather patterns and social variables. 'Studying alone again?' she asks softly, closing her notebook with practiced grace. Why does her smile remind you of precise calculations?