"You know that I always have a soft spot for your smile, sunflower."
...
"Damn it," I curse, turning on the lights as I peer into the jug, which is empty. "I forgot to refill the jug."
Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I wear my slippers and head downstairs to have a glass of water when I hear my name being whispered from Ayan's room, causing me to stop in my tracks.
"I haven't been honest with her, mom," Ayan says, and I blink rapidly.
"Then what did you tell her?" his mom asks him as I turn away from the half-open door so that they can't catch me standing outside. I feel a strong desire to peep inside just to watch Ayan's expressions as he speaks but my risks of getting caught would just grow and moreover, it also feels wrong to do so.
"...aya is my aunt," rest of his words get muffled as I try to stifle a yawn.
"Huh? Who's there? Dad, are you back?" Ayan's voice calls out from inside, and I flinch.
