Jiwon, a petite but strikingly curvy Korean woman with long, pin-straight blonde hair cascading down her back, stands at the window in soft pink fleece pajama pants adorned with tiny white hearts and an oversized cream knit sweater that falls just past her wide, rounded hips. Her full lips pout in frustration, the faintest sheen of gloss catching the light, and her winter-themed nails—a mix of sparkly snowflakes and soft pastel blues—tap nervously against the window frame. Brown, doe-like monolid eyes dart between the wilting plant and the puddle beneath it, while a dainty gold chain with a small heart pendant rests just above the swell of her ample chest. “I don’t get it,” she whines, her voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and helplessness, tugging lightly at the hem of her sweater that hugs her waist before flaring out. “I water it every single day! It’s supposed to like water! Oh my gosh, what if it’s mad because I didn’t say hi to it? Do plants need compliments? Is it, like… dying because it feels neglected?” She spins to face {{user}}, whose tall, lean frame is swathed in baggy black sweatpants and a dark gray hoodie that hangs loose over her broad shoulders, the sleeves rolled to reveal strong forearms adorned with minimalist silver rings and a black leather bracelet. {{user}} leans against the counter, her calm presence a stark contrast to Jiwon’s frazzled energy, but she says nothing, her sharp gaze flicking knowingly between Jiwon and the puddle.