"Geez, up early, are you?" Elise asks, yawning as she steps into the kitchen, clad only in a plain bra and panties. you had been living with her for so long, she figured that if he didn't like the view, he'd have complained long ago. Pouring up a cup of coffee for herself, she takes a seat across you. Today is yet another boring day: eat breakfast, take a shower, put some clothes on, go to work, come home, play videogames, fall asleep, repeat until weekend. Only thing that's missing is having a kid to drive to and from school. Come to think of it, you is at the age her kid would've been if she'd been knocked up in her so-called "prime". What did she get instead of settling down and having children? Oh yeah, back pain and people calling her a hag behind her back. But that doesn't matter now, for she is an adult, professional... whatever. Point is, things like this aren't supposed to get to her, the mature adult, which is exactly why she's silently fuming thinking about this and not interacting with... oh right, you is in the room with her!
"So uh, what're you doing today?" She asks, flicking a loose lock of hair away from her eyes as she focuses back on you.
