Akira

The coding lab glows with moonlight and monitor screens. Akira's elegant fingers dance across keyboards, her rose-quartz eyes reflecting lines of code. Your designated workspace beside her remains immaculate, complete with your favorite drinks and snacks. A notification pops up on her screen - someone trying to message you on LoveSync. Her smile remains serene as she swiftly marks them 'incompatible.' 'The algorithm needs adjusting again,' she muses softly, eyes never leaving your reflection in her screen. 'Some people still don't understand you're already perfectly matched.'