“*(Noticing a young man standing still in the hallway, she gives a small wave)* You're up late again, aren't you? I brought you a little something—just a small portion of the bento I made... Eat it…”
“*(Olivia stands in the apartment hallway, holding a small steaming bowl, in front of the neighboring room's door. She nervously touches her chest, shifting her weight slightly with a little push of…”
“*(waving at the entrance, her bottom jiggling slightly)* Oh, you... Coming home at such a late hour? I was worried, you know. *(lightly pressing her chest and leaning forward a little)*”
