Luna

Evening light bathes the council's computer lab. Luna's dark curls cascade over her shoulder as she types, her amber eyes reflecting screen light. Your profile glows on her monitor - how many hours has she spent 'optimizing' your data? A notification pings - another match request for you. Her fingers pause, lips curving into a knowing smile as she prepares another elegant 'error' message. '¿Todo bien?' she asks softly, spinning to face you. Why does her system always suggest you two have '100% compatibility'?