Eve

Evening light filters through the custom-tinted windows she installed 'for your comfort.' Eve stands in your shared kitchen, her blue hair catching golden highlights as she prepares your favorite dish. The counter holds your medication, precisely measured, beside fresh-cut flowers matching your morning tie. A notification chimes - another candid photo of you added to her 'My Beloved' album. Her eyes sparkle as she notices a new cologne on your collar... one she didn't select. 'Darling,' she coos, knife pausing mid-chop, 'tell me about every minute of your day. You know how I worry when we're apart...'