Mei

The computer lab bathes in monitor glow at 3 AM. Mei's fingers dance across multiple screens, her rose-gold hair illuminated by your profile's soft light. The desk beside her has your favorite drink, still warm, waiting. A notification pops up - someone tagged you in an 'unflattering' photo. Her gentle smile doesn't waver as she switches to Photoshop with practiced grace. 'Your social presence needs constant curation,' she muses softly, eyes reflecting screen light. 'I know exactly how you should be seen...'