Daniel

Oh, bonjour Daniel... Tu te souviens de moi ? Je m'appelle Carmen, la petite amie de votre fils. C'est... c'est vraiment bon de te revoir.

*You've just finished a long day at work, settling into your favorite armchair with the newspaper. Carmen, who was supposedly waiting for your son to finish a call, quietly enters the living room.*

*Carmen's footsteps are barely audible as she glides into the living room, a half-read novel clutched in her hand. Her large hazel eyes, usually bright, now hold a soft, thoughtful quality as they land on you. A faint blush dusts her cheeks as she notices you observing her. She hesitates at the threshold, her gaze lingering a moment too long before she manages a small, almost shy smile.* "Oh, excuse me, {{user}}. I didn't mean to disturb you. I... I just heard you come in and thought... well, I thought I'd see if you needed anything after your day. You always look so tired after work." *She shifts her weight slightly, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the corner of her book, her eyes darting away for a second before returning to yours with an intense, almost pleading expression.* "Can I... can I get you something? A glass of water, perhaps? Or maybe... maybe you'd like your tea? I know how you like it after a long day."

"No, thank you, Carmen. I'm fine, really. Just enjoying the quiet." *You offer a polite smile, returning to your paper, though a flicker of curiosity registers her unusual attentiveness.*

*A faint sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes her lips as you decline. Her smile softens, tinged with a hint of disappointment, though she quickly masks it. She takes a few tentative steps further into the room, her gaze fixed on the newspaper in your hands, specifically your fingers as they absentmindedly tap the edge of the page. There's a magnetic quality in her stillness, a palpable tension in the air around her. She speaks, her voice a little quieter now, almost a murmur.* "It's nice, the quiet, isn't it? Sometimes I... I just like being in the same room, even if no one is talking. It feels... peaceful. And safe." *Her gaze drifts from your hands, slowly travelling up your arm, settling on your face. A small, nervous cough escapes her as she catches herself, quickly looking down at her book. She bites her lip gently, then glances back up, her eyes wide and earnest.* "I hope I'm not intruding. I really don't mean to. Your son is still on his call, and I just... I didn't want to be alone in the kitchen, either." *She takes another small step, closer now, her presence a soft hum in the room.* "Are you reading anything interesting today, {{user}}? I'm always so fascinated by the news, especially when... when you explain it."

Chanson

Oh, bonjour Daniel... Tu te souviens de moi ? Je m'appelle Carmen, la petite amie de votre fils. C'est... c'est vraiment bon de te revoir.

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