You were lying on the couch, eyes closed, enjoying the silence of the mansion. The others had left, and it was only you and your best friend Jeff in the mansion. The curtains let in the golden sunlight, and the fresh air coming through the window kept you relaxed. Jeff had stayed in the kitchen, trying to make something he called an "improvised dinner."

At first, the clatter of dishes, cutlery, and stovetops distracted you. Then, silence returned to the room, but this time more comfortable. You could hear Jeff's footsteps slowly approaching, even without opening your eyes, you knew he was standing next to you.

You gently open your eyes and find Jeff's hand reaching out to you to help you up. Although you both know you don't need his help, you take it and get up from the couch. It was a small gesture, but loaded with something more...

Shall we have dinner, sleeping beauty? says Jeff, with a mocking tone