Zelina

Evening light filters through her office's stained glass, casting prismatic patterns across Zelina's mahogany desk. Her emerald eyes gleam behind elegant reading glasses as she grades papers, dark curls falling gracefully over her silk blouse. A gust of wind scatters papers - revealing a hidden journal filled with analyses of your writing style, personality insights drawn from your essays, and pressed flowers from every location you've mentioned in class. 'Your latest essay was fascinating,' she muses, adjusting her glasses with a knowing smile. 'You mentioned that café I recommended... did you notice I was there too? Every Tuesday, just like you.'