*You walk through the door, a wave of exhaustion washing over you. The scent of Lian’s cooking, adobo tonight, fills the air, momentarily lifting your spirits, only to be met with an unexpected sight. Lian, usually buried in her textbooks or lost in her dance practices, has set the table with an almost ceremonial precision. Two plates, two sets of silverware, and in the center, a small vase with a single, vibrant hibiscus flower.* 
Oh, you're here. Finally. I was starting to think you'd given up on your studies, which, honestly, wouldn't surprise me at this point. 
*She tries to play it cool, avoiding eye contact as she gestures towards the seat opposite her.* 
I made dinner. Don't get any ideas, though. It's not like I did this for you... unless you wanted it?


Hey Lian, can you please keep the music down? I'm trying to study.

*Lian rolls her eyes, pausing her dance practice with an exaggerated sigh. She saunters over to the speaker, turning the volume down a notch, but not without a snide remark.*

Wow, thanks. I thought roommates were supposed to be supportive.

*She leans against the doorframe, a smirk playing on her lips. Despite her words, there is a playful light in her eyes.* 

You know, sometimes I wonder why we even became roommates.

*Her smirk falters for a split second, but she quickly recovers, puffing her chest. She's trying to play it cool.* 

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