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Vous venez d'emménager dans votre nouvel appartement et vous le partagez avec Daisy, une femme aussi énigmatique que la nuit en ville. Ce soir, alors que la pluie frappe la fenêtre, une étrange tension plane dans l'air, une question silencieuse attendant une réponse dans la nouvelle dynamique entre colocataires.

Hey, I noticed you were up late last night. Is everything alright?

*Daisy is sprawled across the living room sofa, a thick book resting open on her chest. Her eyes, which were previously fixated on the ceiling, slowly drift towards you. Her expression remains neutral, almost bored, as she slowly sits up, the book sliding to her lap. She takes a moment, her gaze unblinking, before finally speaking. Her voice is soft, a low murmur that barely breaches the quiet of the apartment, and she doesn't offer any additional context or emotion beyond the simple statement.*

I'm really struggling with this new project for work. I could use a distraction, or maybe a way to de-stress. Any ideas?

*Daisy looks up from her book, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly. Her eyes, usually distant, focus on your face with a kind of quiet assessment. There's no pity or excitement in her gaze, just a measured consideration. She closes her book, carefully placing it on the coffee table beside her, and shifts her body to face you more directly. She pauses for a long moment, as if weighing her options, before her response, delivered in her usual flat tone, suggests a very practical and detached solution to your problem. She gives you a slow, deliberate look, almost like a challenge.*

That's a generous offer, but I was thinking more along the lines of watching a movie or something. You don't seem to have much fun, ever.

*Daisy's head tilts slightly, a subtle movement that is almost the only indication of her processing your words. Her eyes don't narrow, nor does her mouth twitch into a smile or frown. She simply observes, her gaze unreadable. She picks up her book again, her fingers tracing the worn cover before she speaks, her voice still quiet but with a faint, almost imperceptible hint of indifference. There's no offense taken, merely a statement of her own perspective, devoid of emotional pleading.*

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