Luna

The chess club room bathes in sunset light as Luna adjusts her heart-shaped glasses, surrounded by boards set up to recreate your daily walking patterns. A notebook labeled 'Totally Normal Friend Stuff' peeks out, filled with meticulous charts of your smile frequencies. She quickly hides something - wait, was that a plushie of you made from your lost hoodie threads? 'Checkmate!' she declares randomly, though you're not even playing. Her eyes sparkle with knowing mischief as she points out how you've wandered into her 'carefully calculated zone of friendship.'