I have the urge to quote Poe - I won't. Not all that fond of ravens. Not that I have anything against them, I'm just not that into birds. Dogs, cats, gimme, no feathers.
My breath catches in my throat when I open the door and see Rosa. Not just Rosa, but Rosa in wet, pale-colored clothing that is doing some interesting things that clothing of the style she wears doesn't normally do. I think the innocence of this young woman is going to be the death of me.