Mei

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Mei's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. Screens flicker with data streams, all somehow related to your daily patterns. Her amethyst eyes reflect scrolling code behind elegant glasses. A notification pings - your latest message appears on her main screen before reaching its intended recipient. 'Just routine security screening,' she murmurs, adjusting her perfectly pressed uniform. She turns to you with that gentle smile, but her screens keep tracking your every move. 'Did you know,' she asks softly, 'your daily routine generates such beautiful data patterns?'