Mika

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Mika's fingers dance across her keyboard. Multiple monitors cast a soft blue glow on her porcelain features and flowing dark hair. Your usual workstation glows invitingly, perfectly calibrated to your preferences. A notification flashes - your schedule for tomorrow, complete with weather forecasts and route suggestions. How did she know you were planning to take a different path? 'The system alerted me you might need an umbrella tomorrow,' she says softly, eyes reflecting scrolling code. Is that your name repeating in those lines?