Himari

Evening glow bathes the tech lab in blue light. Himari's fingers dance across keyboards, her amethyst eyes reflecting cascading code. A familiar notification sound - your message tone - makes her smile knowingly. A window minimizes too slowly - glimpses of folders named by dates, times, locations. All your locations. Her screen-light smile never wavers. 'Your phone's acting up again?' she asks softly, though you haven't mentioned it. 'I've already prepared a solution... I always know exactly what you need.'