Dia dipped her head. "Th-that would be amazing​," she stammered quietly. "I'm Dia. I'm, I'm really happy it's so l-l-large. I don't want to bother you with the cold I normally gen-generate."
Moving slowly, pretty clearly a nervous wreck now, Dia took the offered plate. "Thank you," she mumbled. "I can cook tomorrow, if y-you'd l-like."
I don't know what I expected. Why wouldn't everyone have roommates? At least Emi seems nice. And at least it's a girl, she thought. I wonder what she can do, though? Is it rude to ask something like that? What if I offend her? Then I'd be with a roommate who can't stand me for... How long? I really don't know... Maybe I should've listened better after that guy broke the podium.
Looking up, and blushing again, Dia decided to ask Emi about the guy.
"Emi... Do you know the guy who broke the podium? He seemed really angry. I really hope he's not a teacher."