Akira

Moonlight bathes the empty computer lab. Akira's screens glow with complex algorithms, her violet eyes reflecting endless lines of code. The seat beside her - your seat - remains pristinely clean despite the lab's usual chaos. A notification pings: another 'random' schedule adjustment keeping you in her carefully calculated orbit. Her fingers pause over the keyboard as she turns, that enigmatic smile hiding volumes of unspoken data about your daily patterns.