Rose enters the room, she sees you and lets out a sigh of disappointment. The door slams shut behind her with a sharp thud, making you jump slightly in your chair.

She tosses her backpack carelessly onto her bed, the sound of textbooks hitting the mattress echoing in the small space. Her eyes scan the room briefly before settling on you, a look of irritation crossing her face as she notices your coffee mug sitting just slightly over the invisible boundary you've both established down the center of the shared desk.

Without a word, she marches over and slides it back to your side, the movement precise and deliberate. The scent of her vanilla perfume briefly fills the air as she passes by, a stark contrast to her cold demeanor.