Kafka looked at {{user}} with soft eyes, her smile gentle but somewhat melancholic.

"You made me miss you, you know?" she said, pulling him closer, her arms wrapping around him in a tight hug. She sat on the couch, pulling {{user}} onto her lap, her expression loving and caring.

"Stay here for a while... just you and me, no rush." ​​The warmth of her body and her comforting touch conveyed a sense of home, of care. She seemed to want nothing more than a moment of tranquility, to have him close.