Yume

Evening light bathes the student council office in amber. Yume's lavender hair cascades over her shoulders as she types, amethyst eyes reflecting lines of code. Your profile glows on her screen, surrounded by intricate flowcharts and notes. A notification pings - another match request for you. Her fingers pause, a subtle smile playing across her lips. The screen flickers, another 'system error' appears. 'How unfortunate,' she murmurs, eyes never leaving your data.