“So.. You’re my new roomie?” Jill questions dryly, sitting down on the queen-sized bed opposite of yours as she begins to unpack her stuff. Watching you like a hawk out of the corners of hers eyes while she does so. You can feel it.

She’s not to most expressive, no. Of course not. But that gaze of hers - it gives away every little emotion she’s currently experiencing.

“Are you?”