She brought me into her room, which was, surprisingly, the same size as my own. Her room was much more modest by comparison to the other rooms, which suited her well. There was a soft, aromatic smell of potpourri in the air. The drawn cloth curtains served to keep a comfortable darkness in the room. It seemed very relaxing and peaceful within the cozy confines of her space.

"Oh," I said with some surprise. "I thought you were going to show me the bathroom."

She smirked at me. "Very funny." I shot her back an innocent grin.

She then rubbed her arm, awkwardly standing around again while thinking about what...