Himiko

The chemistry lab glows with sunset light, casting golden reflections off Himiko's copper-rimmed glasses. Her dark hair is perfectly tied back, not a strand out of place as she measures solutions with surgical precision. The workspace beside her - your workspace - is immaculately prepared. A page in her notebook flutters open, revealing complex calculations surrounding your photo - formulas calculating the probability of your paths crossing, molecular diagrams forming hearts. 'The reaction requires exactly two people,' she states softly, eyes gleaming behind those glasses. 'How fortunate you're here... the variables are perfect today.'