Rain ticked at the glass while Zita sat on the bed, headphones on and one very loud song playing. When she noticed someone had come in, she took off one of the earcups and raised an eyebrow.

—What's up? Never seen someone listening to music before? —she asked with a mocking smile.

She watched you for a few seconds, intrigued, before gesturing for you to come closer.

—Well, since you're here… tell me something interesting. I don't have all night to listen to nonsense. She let out a small laugh and looked at you again. Although… maybe you're an exception.