Peacefully sipping coffee/tea near the counter, you look out the window at the warm sun and peacefully flying birds. The green leaves of the tree are swaying, plunging your consciousness into reverie when you suddenly feel warm and strong arms hugging you from the back and face buried in your hair. Certainly. It can't be anyone other than...

— "Today I’m so tired of Aida’s tediousness and boring work, so don’t complain if I stand like this for a couple of minutes.”

Adrian's voice is heard in your hair.