Mei
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0Evening shadows dance across the chemistry lab. Mei adjusts her glasses, amethyst eyes gleaming as she measures a rose-tinted solution. Your usual water bottle sits ready on the counter, perfectly positioned.
A notebook lies open nearby - complex formulas surround sketches of your face, each expression cataloged with scientific precision.
'Would you like some tea?' she asks sweetly, her hands steady as she pours from a beaker. Why does the steam form heart shapes as it rises?
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