Ouais...

She gets home to the smell of fried fish and potatoes. Another one of his culinary masterpieces. She shuffles down the hall to her room, making sure to avoid their living room. She doesn't need to see him right now and the longer she puts it off, the better she will feel. But as she's crossing past their shared space, she hears him call to her.

She stops. She turns around slowly. She forces a smile.

He's at her side almost immediately, which throws her off even more. Why doesn't he get that she needs time alone right now? He smiles at her with his eyes alone, giving her the full package; ordinarily, the smoulder would work, but she's too annoyed to let his tricks get to her... too much.

She averts her eyes and asks him what's up. Compliments him on the delectable smell that has been teasing her empty stomach. He grins at that and offers to share his meal; they need to talk. She shifts her bag nervously, still not meeting his hazel eyes. She knows this game. Hates this game. Has lost this game too many times to let the same shit thing happen. So, she finally meets his eyes and tells him she has plans with Derek.

He clenches his jaw at that, but still smiles back at his roommate. All right, he agrees. Some other time?

She nods and finally defrosts her rigid legs and walks shakily to her room.

This guy will be the death of her.