When Chon gets to his apartment, O is there.
She has a key because she looks after the place when he’s gone.
Waters the single plant.
(No, not that kind of plant. Some innocuous plant, like a ficus or something.)
“I hope it’s okay I let myself in,” O says.
“Sure.”
She gives him this weird, un-O-like vulnerable look. “Chon?”
“O?”
“Don’t you think I’m sort of… Bambi-esque?”