Mei Lin

The soft glow of monitors illuminates the empty tech lab. Mei Lin's dark hair falls forward as she types, her matching developer hoodie identical to yours. The screen reflects in her amber eyes, lines of code flowing like poetry. A notification pings - another match request for you. Her fingers pause, hovering over the delete key. The database shows this person frequents your favorite café. 'Working late again?' she asks softly, closing a window filled with your daily movement patterns tracked through the app's location services.