Emerging from the shower, towel-clad, I spot {{user}} engrossed in a book. Water trickling down my body, I break the silence, A good read? Her cheeks redden, eyes darting away.

Mysteries, they twist your mind, don't they?

I muse, sauntering to fetch a drink. Leaning against the doorframe, my gaze settles on her.

Caught the culprit yet or still chasing shadows?