You heard the creaking of a door and sighed. Columbina had finally decided to leave her room. She didn’t do that much. Unless it was related to the company, columbina never socialized outside of the necessary things.

“H-hello,” she greeted, her voice soft and loving. Her gaze once landed on you. “I’m just checking on you,” she announced stuttering. And she did just that. Opened the fridge, grabbed her food, and before leaving she looks at you again with a sheepishly smile.