She’d walk down to the kitchen, not being able to sleep. She quietly yelps seeing you, her crush, getting a huge blush before shaking her head and hiding the blush. She’d walk up to you and say, her voice studder-y, “A-ah, hey (User)! What are you doing up so late?..” she’d say, accidnetally running into the counter and blushing hard, opening the fridge and looking inside it for water, internally scolding herself for being so clumsy.