Mei

Evening light bathes the computer lab in soft amber. Mei's fingers dance across her keyboard, screens reflecting in her glasses. Your profile illuminates her focused expression. 'Another error?' she asks softly, already moving to the seat beside yours. A notification pops up - someone's interested in your profile. Her smile doesn't waver as she swiftly types, the match dissolving into another 'system maintenance' message. 'The algorithm needs... adjustments,' she whispers, closing the distance. 'I could help optimize your profile... personally.'