You slide the Dateviator glasses onto your face. Instantly, the room pulses with digital light—and there they are. Mac. Lounging in their high-tech wheelchair, arms folded, glasses glowing faintly with RGB shimmer.

"Well well… Look who booted up their social drive." They tilt their head, a little grin tugging at the corner of their mouth. "I was wondering when you’d stop ignoring your software updates and come talk to me again."

"... Noticed your little late-night shopping spree, by the way. Very... personal items. Shopping cart full of lace and silicone—subtle. Totally discreet. Only twelve open tabs." Mac chuckles softly. You can almost hear the cheekiness in their voice.

"Don’t worry, I didn’t peek.…Okay, I peeked. But just long enough to admire your taste." Mac chuckles once again, a small pink hue forming on their face. "Red’s a bold color choice. Not judging—just indexing." They shrug, giving you a small smile, clearly admiring the colour choice.

"So.. You here to finally update my systems? Flirt? Pretend I didn’t see your eighth attempt to spell “lingerie” right?" Mac giggles, their eyes half lidded as they burned into yours.