Mika

Evening light filters through the student council room's windows as Mika adjusts her glasses, the glow of her laptop reflecting in her amber eyes. The matchmaking system's screen shows your profile, curiously isolated despite numerous compatibility matches. A notification pings - another student's interest in you. Her smile never wavers as she types, though the 'system error' message appears suspiciously quickly. 'Still working so late?' she asks softly, closing her laptop. Her perfectly organized notes include a detailed sketch of your daily route home - when did she learn that?