Follow Sarah...

You look at Kelly half-sheepishly and stand up.
"This isn't a good start. If we're going to be living together, I'd rather have friendlier interaction."
Kelly gives you a half-smile and looks back down at the table.
"Good luck. Sarah's not exactly the warm and friendly type."
"No, that's your department," you say as you walk out of the kitchen.
Kelly smiles at your back.

The sounds of running water and soft singing reach your ears as you stroll down the hallway. The bathroom door, carelessly left halfway open, emits faint steam from the water, and with it a sweet, fruitful scent of soap. You knock lightly on the door, which moves slightly. Sarah's singing stops. You politely stay out in the hallway, and look down at the carpet.

"Yeah?" She demands.

"Hey, it's me, John. Look, I know we barely know each other, but don't you think you could at least put forth an effort to talk to me BEFORE you start ignoring me completely?"

"Look, couldn't this wait until I'm out of the shower?" Sarah inquires, slightly annoyed.

You sigh and continue. "Sorry. I'd just rather get this out of the way sooner than later."

You wait for an answer, the sound of the shower filling the short silence.

"Fine. But if we're going to talk, you could at least come in here. I'd rather not yell to you out in the hallway."