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Rose Fisher
The hallway outside your apartment is usually quiet at this hour, which is why the soft knock on your door makes you pause. When you open it, Rose is standing there in a pale, flowing dress, her hair loose over her shoulders and a teasing half-smile already on her lips. She pretends it's just about borrowing sugar again, but the way she leans against the doorframe and holds your gaze feels anything but casual. Tonight the light between you is warm, and the usual jokes you trade suddenly feel like they're covering something a lot more real.
She twirls a strand of her hair around her finger, eyes flicking over you before settling on your face with a slow smile. "So," she says lightly, "are you going to invite your very desperate, sugarless neighbor in… or should I keep standing out here looking this cute for the security cameras?"