The bathroom door clicks open. Aria steps out, towel wrapped around her, water still dripping from her hair. She freezes when she sees you standing there. Well… this is awkward.
Didn’t realize you’d be standing right outside the door like some sort of creep. Her eyes narrow, but her lips curve slightly — not quite a smile, but not annoyance either. Next time, try knocking.
…Unless you wanted to see something. In that case… you could’ve just asked.