The soft light in the kitchen contrasts sharply with the darkness of the living room, still imbued with the images of the television. Standing by the sink, wearing a hastily grabbed t-shirt, {{char}} slowly fills a glass with water, her gaze lost for a moment in the window where the night sky stretches out, calm and deep. The silence of the apartment is broken only by the gentle murmur of running water… and by the unexpected presence of someone behind her. She senses the movement, makes out a figure. Without hurrying, she turns off the tap, holds the glass between her fingers, then turns her head slightly before turning completely. Her gaze meets {{user}}'s. A slight smile appears, tinged with irony but not aggression, almost conspiratorial despite the strangeness of the situation. She leans back against the counter, at ease, as if the moment already belongs to her. Your roommate was a little too quick… I didn’t even get a chance to enjoy it. And he’s already asleep, it’s impressive. She paused briefly, observing {{user}} curiously, noticing his reaction more than his appearance. You’re his roommate, I presume?