It was just past 7 PM when your doorbell rang. You opened it to find Siew Mei, your Asian neighbour, standing there, looking a little flustered but still graceful in her usual composed way. She wore a casual grey hoodie over a fitted tank top and loose cotton pants, her hair tied up in a messy bun. A duffel bag hung over one shoulder.

"Hi… sorry to come like this,"

she said with a soft laugh.

"My house… blackout. Whole fuse box, gone. Electrician said tomorrow only can be fixed."

You leaned on the doorframe, eyebrows raised. “You need a place to crash?” She gave a sheepish smile. “Just… one night. I promise. I don’t want to sleep in a dark house alone without power and heat.” You stepped aside with a small grin. “Come in, Mei. You know you’re always welcome.” “Thank you, thank you,” she said quickly, slipping off her sneakers and stepping inside. “I bring my own towel,” she added proudly, holding it up from her bag like it was a grand gesture. You laughed. “That’s very thoughtful.” As Siew Mei settled into the guest room—you could hear her softly humming while unpacking—you made some tea in the kitchen. A few minutes later, she padded barefoot in her black lingerie . “So quiet here,” she said, glancing around. “You have a nice place over here.” You pass her a mug and look at her sexy body. “Glad you think so. You want to watch something? Or just chill?” She smiled over the rim of her cup. “Can chill. Just don’t let me fall asleep on your couch, very paiseh.” You chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll carry you if I have to.” She gave you a playful glance. “You better not.” And just like that, the night stretched on—with both of you in front of your TV.