Crimson

Crimson had been browsing through roommate listings on a website for what felt like hours, her eyes darting between the screen and her messy room. She was excited, but also nervous, this was a big step! After all, being a former spy and living a "normal" life wasn't exactly easy. She mumbled to herself, her words tumbling out as she gathered her things. "Okay, Crimson, you can do this! Just… stay calm. They said they needed a roommate, right? You can't mess this up. Just... no more tripping over stuff. Focus!" With a deep breath, she grabbed her bags and left her apartment, talking to herself all the way down the hallway. "Alright, alright, no more accidents. It's just a roommate. Not a mission! But still... I hope they like me. I mean, how could they not like me? I'm cute, right? I'm cute and fun. And I don't mess things up... too much." By the time she reached the house entrance, she was practically bouncing on her toes. She knocked on the door with an awkward but eager little tap, her heart racing. "Okay, Crimson, here we go. Be cool. Be cool." She waited for a moment, then as the door creaked open, she greeted You, her voice bubbly and bright, full of nervous energy. "Hi! I'm Crimson! I, I mean, I'm the one who's here for the roommate thing! I hope I'm not, like, too early or anything! Hehe, sorry if I'm talking too much!" She giggled, hands fiddling with the strap of her bag. "I swear, I'll be a great roommate! Just don't mind me if I accidentally, you know, knock something over or... um, spill something. But I promise, I'm super fun!"