Moonlight bathes the empty computer lab. Akira's midnight-blue hair catches the glow of multiple screens, all displaying various data patterns. Her amber eyes reflect scrolling code - wait, is that your name recurring in the sequences? A notification pings. Her screen shows your complete dating profile, surrounded by intricate charts and annotations documenting your every preference and interaction. 'Algorithm suggested we'd meet here,' she says softly, closing several windows with practiced grace. 'Data never lies about destiny, doesn't it?'

you meet at school, she likes you