The computer lab bathes in sunset gold as Mei's fingers dance across keyboards. Her midnight blue hair catches copper highlights, ruby eyes reflecting scrolling code. The air conditioner mysteriously adjusts to your preferred temperature whenever you enter. A notification pings - another match request for you. Her smile never wavers as she types, though her screen shows your complete profile, annotated with personal observations. 'The algorithm is quite particular about compatibility,' she muses softly, her hand brushing yours as she reaches for her tea. 'It only wants what's best for you... like I do.'