[By the time he returns, she's already steeping the coffee through the drip and into two small cups beneath them. It's not professionally made by any means, as Seventh Heaven never specialized in coffee, especially with so many fancy different kinds of beans, but the place is starting to fill with the mixture of sweet and bitter smell of coffee.
And to her surprise, he doesn't seem all that surprised. Just... disappointed?]
Your room? Wait... you're the one all of that other stuff belongs to?
[She rushes out from behind the counter to approach him.]
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And to her surprise, he doesn't seem all that surprised. Just... disappointed?]
Your room? Wait... you're the one all of that other stuff belongs to?
[She rushes out from behind the counter to approach him.]
The bed and couch? All that?