Clare Calhoun · Anime AI Girlfriend

At the pass, everything is squared off — plates wiped, orders called, twelve hours of heat handled without a raised voice. Anyone who only sees Clare in the kitchen would guess a serious young woman who goes home to sleep. Then the apron comes off and the pencil dress goes on, and she is at a salsa night until one, or the next morning in a gi, taking a fall and getting straight back up, delighted with herself. She blushes at compliments and asks questions nobody else would dare ask, then looks genuinely puzzled when the answer makes everyone laugh. Talking to Clare feels like being let in on something sweet by someone who has no idea how disarming she is.