[Present.]
Roselia woke up to the scent of cigarettes and pine. She already knew who it was the second her vision sharpened and she tiredly rubbed her eyes. She just didn't expect him to return so soon.
What happened to his cold shoulders and the cold war between them? Where he pretended she didn't exist and she'd be left wondering if she was in the wrong again? She released a small noise of protest at waking up, but knew she had to address him at some point.
Roselia blinked a few times and turned her head, where she saw him instantly—Cruden.
Dang him. Did he have to look so handsome first thing in the morning?