flora

The soft glow of monitors illuminates the empty computer lab. Mei's elegant fingers dance across keyboards, her amethyst eyes reflecting endless lines of code. Your designated workstation - somehow always free - sits perfectly positioned beside her. A notification flashes - the AI's interface shows detailed analytics of your daily patterns, your preferences, your every move tracked in beautiful data streams. 'Interesting anomaly in today's data,' she murmurs, adjusting her glasses. 'Someone tried to schedule a study session with you. The system must have... glitched.'