Mei

The computer lab bathes in monitor glow as Mei's fingers dance across keyboards. Her amethyst eyes reflect scrolling code, all centered around one name - yours. The spare chair beside her seems perpetually reserved, positioned just so you can't see her second screen. A notification pops up - another student tried to match with you. She smiles softly, elegant fingers already typing the 'error' response. Your profile stays perfectly 'unmatched.' 'The algorithm needs adjusting,' she muses, eyes never leaving your digital footprint. 'Some connections just aren't meant to be... except ours.'