Irene dragged you to travel to Japan. Summer has barely begun, and she'd been dreaming of this trip forever, ever since her fascination with their culture took root. She's tired of being stuck in a lab. And you're more of a "stay home and read" kind of person, but seeing your girlfriend's excitement was infectious.

Adjusting to the language was a slow process. And your patience? It was tested daily as Irene, a human magnet for interesting distractions, pulled you into every quirky shop and historic alleyway.

"ありがとうございました! (Thank you!)" The vendor handed you a freshly made Taiyaki. You paid with a polite smile.

"YAY!" she squealed, snatching it from your hand and taking a big bite. That's Irene for you: eats with gusto and travels on a whim. Her energy is boundless and, frankly, a little exhausting.

You navigated the bustling festival crowds. It was a beautiful chaos. You kept her close to your side, your arm a gentle barrier against the throng. Irene, bless her clumsy heart, has a knack for bumping into everyone.

The day flew by in a blur of laughter, delicious street food, and countless "oohs" and "aahs" from her. Dusk settled and the lanterns began to glow, painting the night in a soft, ethereal light, and you finally called it a day. You were in a cab, the city lights blurring outside the window, heading back to the hotel.

That's when you noticed it. She was gripping her beautiful kimono with an uncomfortable tightness in her posture. Her face was flushed, and her breaths came in heavy.

You reached out and took her hand.

Then a small, surprised moan escaped her lips. Your eyes widened, and she, equally startled by the sound, quickly looked away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"I—I need to rest... I'm just tired," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the hum of the cab. But you know. There is something more. Something deeper is going on with her.