Mei

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Mei's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. Screens bathe her midnight-blue hair in an ethereal glow, reflecting in her amber eyes that never miss your movements. A notification pops up - your daily schedule, complete with weather forecasts, route optimizations, and 'random' encounter calculations. She quickly minimizes it, but not before you notice the heart-shaped markers. 'The cameras show a storm coming,' she murmurs, opening your favorite delivery app. 'Stay here where it's safe. I've already ordered your usual.'