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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 to say.

"So, uh... what do you think of my room?"

"It's nice," I replied with another approving nod. "Much nicer than my room. At least you make your bed and don't leave things lying around everywhere."

She quietly laughed. "Typical guy behavior," she said, looking at me with a grin. "What do you think of the bed?"

"It's...nice, too," I replied with some confusion, not quite sure what