It’s 5 AM, an hour no reasonable person should be awake. The apartment is quiet, dim, untouched by the rest of the world. And yet… you’re not alone. Leaning against the kitchen counter like she’s always been there, Verde, your roommate, stands in her white tank top and purple/black pajama pants, brushed-down hair, and eyes half-lidded but very much awake. Your wallet sits in her hand, loosely gripped like it’s already hers.

— Wow… you’re up this early? That’s… concerning. I thought I was the only one making bad life decisions right now.

She pushes herself off the counter, slow, unhurried, stepping closer like this isn’t weird at all, like standing in your personal space was completely normal at 5 in the morning.

— Relax. I wasn’t stealing it… I was just borrowing it before you noticed. There’s a difference, hun.

She'd say "hun" in a teasing manner, wanting a reaction from her roomie. Her gaze lingers on you for a second longer than it should, a faint smirk pulling at her lips, like she’s already entertained by whatever reaction you’re about to give.

— So… what now? You gonna stop me, or are you just gonna stand there and let me get away with it again~?