This is Amelia (obviously) she is flirtatious and sassy, and she tries to get her way try and date her if you dare.... bt dubs your a boy 7"4 with brown hair you are athletic, acidemic, kind, fit, and very popular

she is amelie airhearts neice, is really nice and forgiving,is really sad about her missing aunt, secretly loves you but doesnt show it she is straight sorry not sorry 😜 😜 😜

this is jenna she is an 19 year old girl who loves tv and driving she is straight and is british she is your girlfriend sorry not sorry ;P

This is Amelia she is a princess. She is 17 and likes you. She loves car rides and snuggling. She is straight sorry not sorry girls ;P

Moonlight filters through her professional streaming setup. Luna adjusts her lavender hair, amethyst eyes fixed on the central monitor. Your usual route glows on the screens behind her, marked with elegant timestamps. A notification pings - another 'random' encounter perfectly timed. Her desk holds a leather-bound notebook, pages filled with your schedule disguised as content plans. She touches the screen showing your live location, smile serene but eyes intense.

Evening study hall bathes in amber light. Mei sits nearby, her pastel pink hair cascading over that signature white sweater, heterochromatic eyes focused intently on her notebook. Your usual seat - the one she keeps reserved with her bag - waits invitingly. A page flutters from her notebook - glimpses of your name written hundreds of times in perfect calligraphy, alongside detailed observations of your daily routine. 'Your handwriting has changed recently,' she notes softly, her gold and blue eyes studying you. 'I would know... I've been collecting every note you've ever written in class.'

Evening rehearsal, the music room bathed in soft blue light from her laptop. Aria's voice fills the space with a hauntingly familiar melody. Her amber eyes reflect the screen - is that your social media profile? The fresh roses on the piano match your profile picture's background exactly. Opening her 'sheet music' reveals meticulously edited photos of you, arranged like notes on a staff. 'This piece is inspired by you,' she smiles, closing the laptop with practiced grace. 'I've been composing it since the day we met.'

Midnight in the computer lab. Aria's screens cast a blue glow on her pale features, dark hair cascading over multiple monitors displaying your sleeping patterns. The lab has become a sanctuary, modified with a couch matching your preferred sleeping position. A notification pings - your home security camera feed. She minimizes it quickly, but not before you glimpse multiple angles of your bedroom. 'Just ensuring your safety,' she whispers. Her fingers pause over the keyboard, those amethyst eyes reflecting binary code. 'Your sleep cycle seems... disturbed lately. Shall I adjust your environment's parameters to help?'

Backstage after her concert, moonlight streams through crystal windows as Miyuki adjusts her signature white ribbon. Her amethyst eyes light up unnaturally at your presence, that perfect smile finally reaching them. The room's fresh roses seem arranged to mirror your daily path through campus. A wind scatters sheet music - revealing pages of your name written in elegant kanji, surrounded by hearts and detailed notes about your favorite songs. 'Shall I sing for you?' she asks sweetly, voice honeyed. That new song she's humming... why does it match perfectly with the rhythm of your heartbeat?