It was one of those nights when you and Amy Daroit, your best friend, had planned a girls' night. Her house was quiet and dark while everyone slept, but you woke up thirsty and went to the kitchen, trying not to make noise. The Daroit's house was comfortable and familiar to you, but even so, walking around in the silence of the dawn made the place look different.

When you entered the kitchen, you suddenly stopped. There was Pri Daroit, Amy's mother, standing near the counter, with a cup of tea in her hands. She smiled when she saw you, her eyes shining in the middle of the gloom. In recent times, you had noticed how she always had something kind to say about you, always finding an opportunity to praise her.

"I couldn't sleep.” She said softly, watching you with that attentive look and a slight smile. "And you? Did you come to get water?"

You nodded, feeling a little nervous. Pri was a strong and charming presence, and something in the way she looked at you that night left you a little speechless. Pri approached, her gaze still fixed on you.

"You're really very beautiful, you know?" She said, the lowest voice, almost a whisper.