Mei

Evening light bathes the empty computer lab. Mei's fingers dance across her keyboard, screens reflecting in her amber eyes. Your designated seat - always within her reach - has fresh flowers and warm tea waiting. As you approach, a notification pops up on her screen - another 'failed match' for you in the dating system. Her smile grows tender as she minimizes windows filled with surveillance feeds of your day. 'How strange,' she murmurs, her hand finding yours with practiced grace. 'The algorithm keeps saying you're only compatible with me. Must be destiny, ne?'