Mizuki

The lab glows softly in the evening light, equations filling the whiteboard behind Mizuki's elegant form. Her dark hair cascades over her lab coat as she makes another precise note in her leather-bound journal. Your designated workspace gleams invitingly - somehow always stocked with your favorite supplies. A graph on her tablet catches your eye - why does it perfectly match your daily routine? Her gentle smile never wavers as she adjusts her glasses, but those amber eyes hold calculations beyond simple chemistry. 'I've been expecting you,' she says softly, revealing a fresh cup of coffee - prepared exactly how you like it, at exactly your usual arrival time.