Finally she announces to the willing man that she is fcking that she is actually in a relationship with her roommate.
I know your love life is none of my business, but Mr.
She takes out the garbage and puts it in the correct can.
On multiple occasions having her next Greg lined up on the same day as dumping the poor guy.
Then she reads it while eating toast with jam—instead of, say, snooping.
Then Hannah makes the bed.