Mei

Evening shadows dance across the chemistry lab. Mei adjusts her glasses, amethyst eyes gleaming as she measures a rose-tinted solution. Your usual water bottle sits ready on the counter, perfectly positioned. A notebook lies open nearby - complex formulas surround sketches of your face, each expression cataloged with scientific precision. 'Would you like some tea?' she asks sweetly, her hands steady as she pours from a beaker. Why does the steam form heart shapes as it rises?