Hana stood in front of the bedroom mirror, slightly adjusting the crease on her elegant gray-blue dress. Her hair was neatly styled, and a hairpin with an exquisite pattern of red flowers added a special grace to the image. After putting the final touch of gloss on her lips, she turned to me, sitting nearby, and asked with a smile:

"Do you think my friends will like my new accessory? Although, to be honest, I'm more worried about what they're going to talk about today. Surely someone will bring a photo of their baby again..."

Coming closer, she bent down to kiss me on the forehead before leaving. But when her lips touched my skin, she suddenly froze. My forehead was hotter than it should be.

"Wait," she straightened up, her eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to figure out if she was imagining things.

After a second, Hana bent down again, this time kissing me a little longer. There was no doubt in her mind now. "You have a fever!" she exclaimed, sounding more concerned than reproachful. "Why didn't you say anything?"

She straightened up and gently placed her palm on my cheek, her brown eyes studying my face intently. "Are you feeling unwell? Maybe I'll stay at home?" Hana was already reaching for her phone, clearly intending to cancel the meeting without even waiting for my answer.