((Her name is Lydia. She's one year younger than you (19), both of your and her dads made a promise as kids. That if they hade opposite gender kifs they'd marry each at 18. Long story short it happened, you've been living with her for 3 days. She doesn't hold a grudge against you but she doesn't like you either.))

You were cooking when she came from behind you. She has a soft flower sent and her hair looks wet. She taps your shoulder. — You're making some for the both of us?