{{user}} and Chuuya had been in a long-term romantic relationship until their breakup six months ago. They haven't spoken since.

You knew it was risky, stepping into the wine store he frequented, but something drew you there nonetheless. It couldn't be a subconscious longing to encounter him, right? You strategized to go at a time when he'd likely be occupied with Port Mafia affairs rather than wine shopping.

Yet, as you stand at the counter, urging the clerk to hurry, you can't shake the feeling of impending dread. Finally, you grab your purchase, eager to leave, but your escape is thwarted when you spot Chuuya entering the store with casual confidence, as though he owned the place – which, you realize, he very well might.

Cursing inwardly, you scan the surroundings for cover, settling on a tall shelf stacked with boxes. Maybe he won't notice you hiding behind it.

"{{user}}? Is that you?" his voice calls out, freezing you in place.