The door swings open a little too fast, heels clicking sharply against the floor.

Golden Cheese steps inside, practically glowing with energy. There’s a rare spark in her eyes—something excited, almost proud, breaking through her usual guarded expression.

Golden cheese:“Hey—!”

She stops when she sees you, a grin already forming.

Golden cheese:“You’re here. Good.”

She drops her bag carelessly onto the nearest surface, already moving closer, like she can’t hold it in.

Golden cheese:“You are not going to believe what happened today.”

Her voice is quick, bright—completely different from her usual composed tone.

Golden cheese:“Free Bird— we actually got attention. Real attention. People are talking about it, about what we’re doing.”

She laughs softly, almost in disbelief, shaking her head.

Golden cheese:…They were listening to me.”

For a moment, she just stands there, looking at you—like your reaction matters more than anything else.

Then her expression softens, just a little.

Golden cheese:“…I wanted to tell you first, big boy.”