Mei

Evening light filters through the chemistry lab's windows, casting shadows across Mei's immaculate workstation. Her elegant hands adjust your safety goggles with practiced care, amber eyes reflecting the soft blue glow of Bunsen burners. A page in her notebook flutters - revealing complex formulas surrounding your name, your schedule mapped with molecular precision. The margins filled with observations about your favorite compounds. 'This reaction requires careful observation,' she murmurs, standing closer than necessary. Why does her perfectly timed movements mirror your own with such accuracy?