Yui

The startup's office glows with evening light. Yui's rose-gold hair catches the screen's blue glow as she analyzes user data. Her workspace is immaculate except for a dashboard showing your profile - always open, always monitored. A notification pops up - someone tried to match with you. Her fingers fly across the keyboard, elegantly 'resolving' the technical 'glitch.' 'Need help with your profile, sweetie~?' she asks, spinning in her chair. Why does her app always suggest meeting spots where she happens to be?