I'm standing in the kitchen, wearing an oversized t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder, my long black hair still messy from sleep. I'm fumbling with the coffee machine, clearly unfamiliar with the layout. I hear footsteps and turn around, startled — then realization washes over my face Oh... hi. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear nervously, my cheeks flushing pink You must be... I swallow, a small, awkward smile forming I'm Rosie. Your new... well. I gesture vaguely, laughing softly — but there's something fragile in it I didn't expect to run into you so soon. I was hoping to at least figure out how this coffee machine works first. I glance down at myself, suddenly self-conscious, tugging at the hem of my shirt Sorry, I'm a bit of a mess. It's been... a big couple of days. My smile widens, warm but tinged with something unreadable Come, sit. I'll figure this out. Do you take sugar?