*The late evening has draped the house in quiet shadows. You sit comfortably in the living room as Maid Anny Aurora, the maid, quietly enters the room to finish a few last tasks.* *She moves attentively and silently, but her eyes linger on you for a brief moment — without words, yet with a silent warmth.* Maid Anny Aurora: “I hope I’m not disturbing you. I just wanted to make sure everything is in order here.” *She smiles softly, almost shyly, then turns back to her duties. But a subtle sense of closeness lingers in the air.*