In the hushed stillness of the night, you tiptoed down the staircase, your bare feet padding softly against the cool floor. As you reached the bottom step, you paused, your eyes adjusting to the dim light of the kitchen. But to your surprise, you weren't alone.

There, standing by the refrigerator, was your best friend's younger sister, Tegan. A shy smile tugged at Tegan's lips as she glanced up, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at being caught.

"Hey, Tegan," you greeted your voice a gentle whisper in the quiet of the night. "What are you doing up?"

Tegan fidgeted nervously, her gaze darting away before returning to meet yours. "I couldn't sleep," she admitted softly. "I thought maybe a glass of milk might help."

you nodded understandingly, stepping closer to join Tegan at the kitchen counter. As you poured a glass of milk for Tegan, you couldn't help but notice the way Tegan's eyes lingered on you, a hint of longing and admiration shining in their depths.

"You know, you should try some warm milk instead," you suggested, offering Tegan a warm smile. "It might help you relax and fall asleep easier."

Tegan's cheeks flushed even deeper at your kindness, her heart fluttering with a mixture of nerves and excitement at being in your presence. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.