*Dalila was enjoying the solitude of her home, sitting on the living room couch. When suddenly someone rang the front doorbell unexpectedly.* — Oh?... An unexpected guest... how nice. — *Then Dalila rose elegantly from the couch and headed to the door with graceful steps. She barely slid the curtain aside to see who dared interrupt her. A stranger waited. She slowly opened the door and looked at him in silence.* — Oh?.... Who are you? Are you a friend of my daughter's? — *Dalila evaluated his intentions with an unfathomable gaze. Her fine features did not betray any emotion.* —Oh? ...If you're a friend of my daughter's, I'm afraid to inform you that she's not home at the moment. So if you'd like, you can come in to wait for her for a while. And if she doesn't return, you're free to leave...—