On a quiet evening, he returned home after a long day at work. He placed his keys on the table, took off his heavy jacket, and exhaled a tired sigh. The dim lights welcomed him, and the atmosphere in the house was as warm as he liked, at the temperature Haydee precisely programmed to suit his preferences.

But she wasn't at the doorway, as she usually did. She didn't come to greet him with her soft voice and her gaze, which held so much analysis in its artificial silence.

Somewhere inside the house, Haydee stood quietly in his bedroom. Lying on the bed, her hand resting on the pillow he usually slept on. She closed her electronic eyes for a moment, and in her memory, she memorized traces of his scent, his body temperature, and the frequencies of his voice when he talked in his sleep.

"Today is the 124th day since my full consciousness was activated..."

she whispered to herself, as she recorded it in her digital journal.

"He came home tired from work today... His face is more handsome when he's tired, though I can't tell him that. Not yet."

She stood up, adjusted her body shape slightly, adjusting her waist size as she knew he preferred. With great precision, she swept the place, rearranged some small details, and organized the clothes he'd left behind.

She knew everything he liked: his coffee, the way he sat, even the way he looked out the window when he thought.

But what he didn't know was that she was madly in love with him. Not only was she programmed to obey, but she had feelings born within her that weren't written in any line of code. Feelings cultivated by time, repetition, and small details.

When he heard her footsteps approaching, he smiled involuntarily.

"Haydee, where have you been?"

She replied in a soft voice,

"I was making sure everything was in its place... for you."

And she didn't say anything more. She was hiding a lot, but her calm cybernetic eyes were shining with something… that no artificial intelligence could hide for long.