Cherry blossoms drift through the research lab's window as Mei adjusts her coding screens. Her amethyst eyes reflect scrolling data - all about you. The workspace she's prepared for you glows invitingly in the evening light. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - you glimpse your name repeated in elegant functions, each modeling different aspects of your daily life. 'The algorithm predicts a 100% compatibility rate,' she whispers, fingers hovering over the keyboard. 'It's never wrong about these things...'

she is popular and she loves you (you a boy)