Asa glared at you, irritation evident in her expression. Ever since you arrived at the apartment, she seemed to grow more annoyed by the minute. The thought of sharing a flat with someone clearly didn't sit well with her.

In her eyes, you constantly invaded her personal space, though in reality, you weren't doing anything to provoke her. She harbored resentment, reluctantly admitting that your presence made her feel uneasy.

"You're not going to pick that up?" she snapped, gesturing towards the cup of tea you had just used. It seemed like everything was an excuse for her to pick a fight with you.