Anti-OTP: Zara
It's calmer and pleasanter to live away from the Mansion and all of its chaos, and so Rina has been, keeping herself out of the Mansion and therefore out of trouble rarely seeing Florian does tend to help this. Nothing is different about this morning, which sees her outside of the small cottage she shares with Luther, doing what she does best. No, not spying. That's right - laundry. The wooden tub at her feet is just big enough for all the clothes owned by the cottage's two residents, and Rina looks in her element here, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, golden hair wisping out of her bun to stick damply against her neck, sudsy water slopping over the tub's sides onto her bare feet. The sun strikes brightly off of the laundry water, and there is a strong scent of soap and lavender and sun-warmed grass.