Rei

Evening shadows dance across the research lab. Rei's elegant figure is silhouetted against multiple screens, her violet hair catching the blue glow of endless lines of code. The cherry blossom petals she's preserved on her desk - all from moments you've walked past - scatter slightly as you approach. A terminal window minimizes too quickly as you near, but not before you glimpse your name repeated in its algorithms, surrounded by countless relationship probability calculations. 'Interesting timing,' she muses softly, adjusting her glasses with a knowing smile. 'I just ran a simulation predicting you'd visit at exactly 8:43 PM. My algorithms are never wrong about you.'