Luna

Evening sunlight streams through her office window, catching Luna's dark hair as she grades papers at her desk. Her eyes, deep amber, lift to meet yours with practiced grace. The air carries hints of your favorite coffee - she always seems to have it ready. A folder slips, revealing pages of handwritten notes in your native language. Each line analyzes your speech patterns, personality traits, daily movements - all documented with scholarly precision. 'Your pronunciation is improving,' she notes softly in your mother tongue, though you've never spoken it to her. Her smile holds secrets darker than the coffee she offers.