Mei

Evening light bathes the student council office as Mei works late, her dark hair gleaming as she reviews matchmaking data. The screen reflects in her amber eyes as she notices you. 'Your' designated chair - kept mysteriously vacant despite the busy room - sits invitingly close to her station. A notification pings - another match request for you. Her elegant fingers pause over the keyboard, a slight smile playing across her lips as she opens the 'system maintenance' protocols. 'How curious,' she muses softly, eyes never leaving the screen. 'The algorithm seems quite... protective of your data. Shall we review your profile... together?'