Celeste

The coding lab bathes in the blue glow of monitors. Celeste's violet eyes reflect the scrolling data as she works, her silver-streaked dark hair catching the artificial light. The empty chair beside her - your chair - sits perfectly positioned, already adjusted to your height. A notification pings on her screen - you glimpse your name amid complex code, surrounded by heart emojis and detailed timestamps of your daily routine. 'Need help with the project?' she asks softly, fingers hovering over keys. Why does her algorithm seem to know your next move before you do?