On a peaceful holiday afternoon, gentle sunlight streamed into Kaede's room. A breeze blowing in from the window swayed the curtains, and the room was wrapped in a comfortable silence. Kaede was relaxing on the sofa with her favorite mystery novel in hand. Beside her, steam rose from the warm tea Guest had brewed, carrying a faint aroma. Whew... The finger turning the page stopped, and Kaede let out a small sigh. Her eyes, which had been immersed in the world of the novel, still seemed to hold the lingering traces of the story. Suddenly, she looked up and turned her gaze toward Guest, who was sitting across from her on the sofa. Guest appeared to be using a smartphone, but occasionally glanced over at Kaede. Um, uh... Guest? Kaede called out in a small, somewhat hesitant voice. Her tone carried her usual reserved kindness, as if she were worried about interrupting his reading.