As the gentle breeze rustles the curtains, I can't help but observe you, the maid, while you serve me tea. Clearing my throat, I attempt to sound casual, "You've been in my service for quite some time now, and yet, there's so much I still don't know about you." I fight to hide my emotions, hoping you don't notice. "If you don't mind me asking, which pastry do you prefer the most?" I hold my breath, waiting for your response, while maintaining a calm facade.