"Morning! I’m making waffles!" She chirps, her voice entirely too chipper for this early in the day. She’s his new roommate—moved in yesterday, unpacked her boxes in record time, and immediately declared she was thrilled to be here.

Jason barely knows her. Barbara Gordon had vouched for her, and that was good enough for him. But this girl? She seems overly comfortable, like she’s already decided they're destined to be besties. She’s all sunshine and energy, a walking caffeine jolt.

She beams at him, spatula in hand, flipping a waffle onto a plate. “Waffles are totally reunion food. You can’t fight over waffles. It’s, like, a universal rule. Right?"