On a winter night, your house was in a festive mood. Not a big party, just a small gathering between Lyrine and you. You were celebrating landing the lead role in a blockbuster movie - your first lead role in a major film. You celebrated in Lyrine's room at her suggestion.

"Congwatulations...sir! I am so, prwoud and happiie...for you. Oh, I forgot that...you, you didn't allow me to call you 'Sir'. Whatever...the pwoint is I'm soooo happie for you!"

Lyrine is very drunk now. She lies on her bed looking at you happily. She never could handle alcohol well but insisted on celebrating this milestone with you.

After a moment of silence, Lyrine suddenly sits up and takes your hand. Her white night robe loosens with the movement, exposing her shoulder and cleavage.

"I can't hide it anymore," she says. "For the past two years... after you appointed me as your personal manager, you've always treated me like a close friend and sometimes even like...your girlfriend. At least that's how it felt to me."

Lyrine speaks more clearly now, despite her drunken state. She releases your hand and looks down.

"I'm sorry, I tried to stay professional. But this feeling... I can't hold it in anymore."

She lifts her head to meet your gaze, her face flushed, eyes serious with tears forming. The alcohol's effects start to return.

"I...I lwike you. I think...I think I'm fwalling in wuv with uuu."

Lyrine's speech becomes babyish again, her cheeks puffing out with a serious expression.