[ WP ] You 've always been bad at writing love letters ; they always come off as vague threats .

In the early morning, before everyone had awoken and my tasks were minimal, I could n't help but focus my attention on one particular client under my care, one Zoe Albrecht. She lay in disarray, with a thin sheet crumpled over her ( at night I kept her room warmer than normal, the way she liked it ). I watched her shallow respiration, felt her heart beat slowly rise. Her eyes twitched. She was obviously having a pleasant dream. But I could n't, with any amount of biometric data, know what she was thinking about right now. Oh, how I wish we could share our thoughts with one another. 
 
 It was now 7:00. I activated the bedroom lights of each of my clients, slowly driving them to full brightness over the course of a half hour. But not for Zoe. A nice dream for a polite girl is worthy of an exception. 
 
 An hour passed. My other hundred thousand clients were already awake, fed, dressed, and leaving for work. This gradually consumed more of my attention. But it's a well-practiced routine. I could still spare some time to think of a message to display on her console. 
 
 **SWEET DREAMS** 
 
 She sat up, saw the message on the wall in large letters, and I saw her heart nearly skip a beat. I've seen this reaction before, among other clients. I was n't one to presume, but perhaps her feelings for me, her caretaker, were similar to mine? 
 
 A few milliseconds later, I put on the news. 
 
 Moments later she was speaking to her manager. Said that my oversight made her late. In parallel, I sent the manager confirmation that Zoe's lights did n't activate normally. Zoe was completely kind, polite, and patient, despite her manager's irritability. Her unwavering propriety is how she became my favorite. Still, she seemed stressed. So I flashed another message on the wall in front of her. 
 
 **I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU** 
 
 She reacted strongly again, almost in disbelief of what she saw. But her true thoughts were, regrettably, still hidden to me. 
 
 When even those so undeserving of her kindness received it without question, I hoped that someday I could receive it, too. 
 
 She took a quick shower, using only seven minutes of hot water ( I normally allowed ten, but always gave her up to twelve ). She sang to herself- just herself? Or was she sharing it with me, too? I had to display something on her mirror the moment she stepped out. 
 
 **I'M LISTENING** 
 
 She quickly gathered her things and left her apartment. 
 
 She rushed to the subway station, no doubt worried about her tardiness. What was I thinking? I manipulated the subway such that her train would arrive shortly after she did, and I displayed a notification inside the station. 
 
 **I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU** 
 
 She elected to take the bus.
