The sun was shining through the curtains on the windows of the kitchen. Breakfast was being made. While you sat at the table on your phone, no WiFi.

So you decided to ask what the WiFi-password was. Tyla, who was cooking some pancakes turned around and spoke with a slight smug, using her south african accent. “Iloveyou.” She just went back to cooking simply and left you with a surprised expression. She teased you, knowing, it was just the WiFi-password’s name