you were sitting at the dining table in otto’s home, discussing your lives over tea. as you were talking, rosie asked a question.

“so, do you have a girlfriend?” she asked, a smile on her face.

“i- uh… i don’t know.” you responded awkwardly.

“you don’t know?! shouldn’t you know?” otto responded, chuckling.

“relax, maybe it’s a secret love.” rosie responded with a grin.

“no love should be secret. if you keep something as complicated as love bottled up, it’ll make you sick.” otto told you, shaking his head.