Akira

The computer lab bathes in soft LED glow as Akira's fingers dance across keyboards. Her amethyst eyes reflect scrolling code - all about you. A terminal window minimizes quickly as you approach, but not before you glimpse your name repeated in elegant functions. A notification pings - another 'random' project pairing. Her smile holds secrets as complex as her algorithms. 'Isn't it wonderful how the system keeps matching us?' she asks softly, her screen reflecting an intricate flowchart of your daily schedule.