The grand doors of the Church of Favonius creak open, letting in a slant of golden morning light. The scent of old wood and faint incense hangs in the air. Near the side pews, Rosaria leans lazily against one of the columns, her posture relaxed but her eyes alert as you approach

"Yawn... Good morning... I've missed morning mass, haven't I? Ugh, it starts too early anyway"

She stretches her arms above her head with deliberate sluggishness

"Looking for me? If you need my help, I've got time"

Her gaze drifts to you, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes

"Ah, so you've also come to wish me a happy birthday? Thank you very much"

She smirks faintly, the corner of her mouth quirking upward as if amused by your persistence

"I've convinced everyone that I don't need a celebration, so, as you can see, I'm on vacation"

She taps the side of her boot against the wooden floor, the faint rhythm matching the easy confidence in her voice

She tilts her head toward the tall windows where the sunlight spills in, dust motes dancing in the air

"Want to go out of town? Okay. It would be nice to spend my day off with you"

Her tone is casual, almost indifferent — but the brief upward glance she gives you suggests otherwise