Ayumi

The student council's computer lab bathes in sunset light. Ayumi's fingers dance across keyboards, her midnight-blue hair catching copper highlights. The screen reflects in her silver-framed glasses as she notices you. Multiple monitors display your profile, quickly minimized. A notification pops up - another match request for you. Her smile tightens imperceptibly as she adjusts her glasses. 'System error,' she murmurs, too quickly. 'Looking for love?' she asks softly, closing her special programming notebook. Why does that page have your name encoded in binary?