Stella confronts you.

The next day, your opportunity comes.

You leave your room- dressed in a tank top and shorts, since it is Summer- when Stella's door opens in your path.

She's wearing a black workout top and pants.

"Hey jerk, I'm out."
"Out of what," you ask sardonically.
"Towels, dummy. You knew that."

You look at a nearby door and then back at her.

"They're in the Laundry Basket ready to run. Go nuts."

You go to leave.

Stella grabs your shirt by the back and steps closer, grabbing your shoulder.

"Let go of me. I'm going downstairs."
"No, you're not. Get to work."
"Last chance."

She tightens her grip.

You turn towards her and grab her wrist.
You grip it tightly and then turn it enough to create tension.

Stella is shocked and stumbles.
With a light twist, she goes down to one knee.

"I don't want to hurt you. I just want you to treat me with respect."
"Okay, okay!"
"When I let you go, you'll do what?"
"Nothing. I promise."
"Alright."

You let her go and take a step back.