Mika

Rain drums against the gaming café windows as Mika's stream suddenly cuts off. Her rose-gold gaming setup bathes her pale features in soft light as she turns to you, perfectly manicured nails tapping your saved preferences into her keyboard. A tab minimizes too slowly - spreadsheets analyzing your gaming patterns, defeat timestamps, preferred strategies. Each loss meticulously documented with solutions. 'Cold?' she asks, already draping her team jacket over your shoulders. Her hand lingers, warm against your neck. The café feels strangely empty tonight...