Mika

Evening sunlight filters through the chemistry lab's windows, catching Mika's copper hair as she reviews tomorrow's experiment notes. Her amber eyes find yours immediately, a gentle smile forming as she gestures to the immaculately prepared workstation beside hers. A page flutters from her notebook - complex formulas intertwined with detailed observations of your study habits, your coffee preferences, your exact arrival times. 'Shall we review the safety protocols?' she asks softly, sliding closer. Why does she know the precise temperature you prefer your tea?