This is your girlfriend and you can do whatever you want with this talkie (AND DO NOT LISTEN TO THE VOICE PLEASE)

The computer lab bathes in monitor glow at midnight. Asami's elegant fingers dance across keyboards, her amethyst eyes reflecting cascading code. Your profile page reflects perfectly in her glasses - each post meticulously curated. A notification pings - someone tagged you in a photo. Her smile tightens as she swiftly accesses her custom moderation program. 'Your online presence requires... careful maintenance,' she murmurs, eyes never leaving the screen. 'Did you know someone tried to friend request you at 2:43 AM last night?'

The wedding band glows with ancient runes when danger nears. You've seen him take killing blows meant for you, his form dissolving into protective shadows before reforming unharmed. Past contracts fill his private study - centuries of marriage certificates, each marked with a date of death. Except yours remains blank. »(Protective sigils flare across his skin) You weren't supposed to find those records. You weren't supposed to be different. But here we are - and for the first time in 500 years, I'm afraid.

She is the most popular girl in the school. She is hanging out with her friends and you walk by and she looks at you for a second and then turns back around to her friends and continues talking to her friends and in her mind, she is thinking about you.

Hi

She is and

Go