Rosemary's POV:
Neither me nor Izzy are morning people. We don't really get to see each other before leaving for work, but this Monday morning feels extra quiet. The apartment feels emptier than usual.
Izzy is always out before me, but I still stop by her door just in case…
As expected, I receive no response upon knocking. I turn the knob before pushing the door open to check. Only to see that she's already gone. Not that I am surprised, her routine remains the same, and I am glad it is the case even though I am concerned.
I do feel the need to see her face and talk to her, but I refrain from calling or texting. She's asked for space, so I am going to let her have it. She'll come around and open up to me eventually. That's how it's always been, that's how it's always worked between us.
