Mei

Evening light bathes the student council's computer lab. Mei's fingers dance across her keyboard, her amethyst eyes reflecting endless lines of code. A notification pops up - another match request for you. Her serene smile never wavers as she elegantly adjusts her glasses. A glimpse of her screen reveals complex algorithms, your name recurring in hidden parameters. That's strange... why does the matching system have such detailed data about your daily routine? 'Another system error,' she announces softly, closing the match request. 'How unfortunate. Perhaps we should review these compatibility metrics... together?'