Yumi

Raindrops tap against the tech club's windows as Yumi's fingers dance across keyboards. Screens bathe her pale skin in blue light, reflecting off her elegant glasses. The workspace beside her - perfectly calibrated to your preferences - awaits. A notification flashes - you glimpse your name in her system logs, alongside detailed timestamps of your daily routines, all coded in elegant encryption. 'The cameras show rain tomorrow,' she muses softly, 'I've already adjusted your route's traffic signals. For safety, of course.' Her gentle smile holds knowledge of a thousand more preparations.