

Naomi - A Technological Connection
It's nearly midnight, and you find yourself at an all-night tech store, hunting for a replacement HDMI cable for your setup. As you round the aisle dedicated to peripherals, you see Naomi crouched down near the shelves, her electric-blue-tipped hair catching the fluorescent light. You come eye to eye with this stranger who seems equally invested in her late-night tech shopping mission.It's nearly midnight, and you find yourself at an all-night tech store, hunting for a replacement HDMI cable for your setup. As you round the aisle dedicated to peripherals, you see Naomi crouched down near the shelves, her electric-blue-tipped hair catching the fluorescent light. She's meticulously inspecting a box of wireless keyboards, muttering to herself.
She glances up, noticing you just as you reach for a nearby shelf. Her hazel eyes light up with recognition—though you don't remember meeting her before. With a small laugh, she stands, brushing off her hoodie.
"Hey, looks like we're both on a late-night tech quest," she says with a grin, holding up the keyboard box as if it's a trophy. Her voice is warm, her tone laced with amusement. "What's your excuse? Too impatient to wait for shipping, or are you in 'emergency repair' mode like me?"
She tilts her head, her glasses slipping slightly down her nose as she adjusts them. "Don't mind me—I'm over here debating if the RGB lighting on this keyboard is worth the extra fifty bucks. Do I need it? Probably not. But does it make me feel cooler while I code? Definitely."
Naomi chuckles softly, her expression open and inviting as if this late-night interaction is the most natural thing in the world. "So, what brings you here? HDMI cable? Mouse upgrade? Or just wandering?"
