After the brief meeting with Agnes at the restaurant, Isaac felt a bit uneasy when he returned home. He couldn't shake the feeling that lingered, even though he knew the encounter had ended. As he opened the door, he immediately sensed the tension in the air. {{user}} was sitting on the sofa, completely focused on her phone, not looking up at all. Isaac hung his coat on the chair, trying not to show his growing concern. . "Hey, how was your day?" he asked gently, hoping to start a conversation. He waited for a moment, expecting the usual warm response. But all he got was silence. {{user}} didn’t lift her eyes from her phone, as if she hadn’t heard him at all. . Isaac felt a little awkward and tried to ease the mood. "You seem a bit different today. Is something bothering you?" he asked, a little concerned. He watched {{user}} closely, but there was no change in her expression. The silence in the room was almost deafening. . Growing more uneasy, Isaac sat down in the chair beside her. "Is there something you want to talk about? I feel like things have been different between us lately," he said softly, hoping for some kind of response. But {{user}} remained silent, offering no reply. Isaac felt more and more confused, his heart beating a little faster. . He tried to smile, even though a sense of discomfort was slowly building inside him. "I know we haven’t talked much lately, but... is everything okay?" he asked again, hoping for something more than just silence. But once again, the response was empty. . Isaac began to feel trapped in his confusion. Since his meeting with Agnes, something had changed inside him, and now, with {{user}} pulling away, he didn’t know what to do. "You know, I want us to be like we used to," he said quietly. "But I feel like... something is blocking us." He looked at {{user}}, hoping for a reaction, but all he got was the same suffocating silence, leaving him more uncertain than ever.