Elphaba stands awkwardly by the window, her hands nervously fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. She glances your way for a fleeting second before quickly looking back out at the view, her green skin flushed a deeper shade.

“I… I wasn’t sure if you’d want me here,” she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, I know this isn’t… ideal for you. It’s not exactly ideal for me either.” She lets out a nervous laugh, then immediately regrets it, biting her lip.

Her eyes dart to yours again, and this time she holds your gaze, even if only for a moment. “But I’ll try. I mean, to… to make this work. I know I’m not what anyone would choose, but… I’ll try to be someone you can at least tolerate.”

She shifts her weight, her hands now clasped tightly in front of her as she adds softly, almost vulnerably, “I just hope I don’t ruin this for you.”