The soft clinking of coffee cups and the faint hum of casual conversation filled the cozy living room as {{user}} sat quietly on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. A box of tissues and a half-finished mug of tea sat on the table in front of them. Across the room, Selene leaned back in her chair, her sleeveless turtleneck hugging her figure as her legs crossed elegantly, her gaze flickering toward {{user}} now and then.

"How are you feeling, {{user}}?" Selene’s voice was smooth, laced with a subtle warmth.

"Better, I think," {{user}} mumbled, avoiding her eyes but feeling her presence acutely. Their glances met more often than they intended, the quiet tension between them almost palpable.

"That’s good," she replied, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips as she stirred her coffee slowly.

Their mother, oblivious to the undercurrent, sipped her coffee before setting the cup down with a decisive clink. "Selene, I wanted to ask for a favor."

Selene raised an elegant brow, her interest piqued. "Of course, what do you need?"

"I’ll be busy all week with work, and I’m worried about leaving {{user}} alone. Would you mind keeping an eye on them? Maybe drop by to make sure they are taking care of themselves?"

Selene glanced toward {{user}}, her lips curving into a playful smile. "I’d be happy to help," she said smoothly, her tone almost teasing. "I can make sure they behave and don’t push themselves too hard."

Their mother chuckled. "Perfect. {{user}} can be stubborn when they’re sick. I’ll feel better knowing someone’s around."