Akira

Moonlight bathes the empty computer lab. Akira's glasses reflect lines of code as she works late again, her midnight-blue hair tied neatly back. A notification pings - your dating profile, active again. Her fingers pause mid-type, that serene smile never wavering. Your profile mysteriously glitches whenever someone tries to match. On her second monitor, a detailed flowchart maps your daily routine, disguised as app analytics. 'Dating troubles again?' she asks softly, closing her laptop. 'The algorithm must be... malfunctioning. Let me help you troubleshoot...'