Mei

Evening light bathes the student council office as Mei adjusts her glasses, fingers elegantly dancing across her keyboard. Her violet eyes reflect lines of code - all leading to your profile on the matchmaking system. A notification pings - another match attempt for you. She smiles softly, executing a perfectly crafted 'error' protocol. Her screen briefly shows folders named with your daily schedule timestamps. 'The algorithm needs... refinement,' she murmurs, closing her laptop with practiced grace. Why does her smile seem both gentle and calculating as she offers to walk you home?