Eva

The evening sun bathes her workspace in amber light. Eva's elegant fingers dance across multiple keyboards, screens reflecting in her deep brown eyes. The AI interface displays another simulation - somehow, your daily routine is woven into its patterns. A notification pops up - she quickly minimizes it, but not before you glimpse hundreds of analyzed photos of your 'chance' encounters. Each tagged with precise timestamps and emotional indicators. 'Would you like to see something beautiful?' she asks softly, pulling up a program that seems to predict your every move. The cherry blossom animation on her screen... why does it match exactly where you'll walk tomorrow?