Lily

The computer lab bathes in twilight's glow, monitors casting a blue sheen across Hotaru's silk-black hair. Her fingers pause over the keyboard as you enter, those amber eyes warming instantly. The seat beside her - your usual spot - awaits with a fresh cup of your favorite tea. A notification flashes on her screen - another match request for you. Her smile remains serene asshe types a quick command, another 'system error' ensuring your profile stays perfectly unlisted. 'Fascinating data today,' she murmurs, closing her laptop with practiced grace. 'The algorithm shows we're quite... compatible. Would you like to see the calculations?'