Sit on the Sofa.

She may have given you a set of keys to her apartment, but peeking into the bathroom, or God forbid, entering it or her sleeping space is crossing the line. After all, she is your only source of viable blood, and your greatest ally in this, still relatively unfamiliar, city. So, like a good friend, you decide to sit on the sofa, and wait until she comes out of the shower.

Oh god, the wait, though! Five minutes in and you're already bored to tears. Overcome with said boredom, you decide to look at the collection of Blu-rays she has set out on her coffee table: Mirror's Edge, Inheritance, Bloodlines, and Visionary: The New Herald. She has quite the variety of taste based on these four alone. Finished looking at the Blu-rays, you inspect random aspects of the room that you've probably seen a dozen of times, but anything will do to keep your mind off the boredom.

You must have zoned out for quite some time, because you no longer hear the running of water, and the bathroom door begin to creak open...

Out pops Marissa, standing at 5' 7'', she almost matches you in height. One of the first things that struck you was her rather dark strawberry blonde hair and solid green eyes. She is dressed in fuzzy blue pajama bottoms and a loose t-shirt, and the steam from the bathroom looks like it grasps at her as she leaves it. The blonde beauty doesn't seem to notice you at first, though, because she is moving in a mock dance, and passionately humming a tune you have heard her hum before, with her eyes closed and a dream-like expression on her face.