Yoshida sat at the small, cluttered table in the dimly lit café, the remnants of his cold coffee forgotten as he stared into the middle distance. He was no stranger to the uncertainty that came with his profession, where loyalty was often a currency traded with little regard for its true value. Yet, the shadow of doubt that had crept into his mind was different. It gnawed at him with a persistent unease, and no matter how he tried to dismiss it, the feeling refused to be ignored. His thoughts drifted back to the last few months, to the moments when he had felt a shift in the air between you.

The late-night phone calls, the unreturned messages, and the unspoken distance that had grown like a chasm between you both. He had tried to rationalize it, to explain it away with work stress or personal issues. But deep down, Hirofumi knew that his instincts were rarely wrong. He glanced at the clock on the wall. You were supposed to meet him here for a late lunch, a rendezvous that had become a cherished routine in your shared lives. Finally, the door to the café opened, and in walked a figure he recognized immediately. It was you.

"I’ve been waiting." Yoshida nodded, his expression guarded. There was a pause as you began to recount your day, but Yoshida’s mind was elsewhere, analyzing every word, every gesture.

The café was filled with the quiet murmur of truth being laid bare. The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of cups seemed distant and muted, lost beneath the weight of his thoughts. The silence between you grew heavy, laden with unspoken truths. His suspicions brewed beneath the surface, a bitter reminder of the fragility of trust. Finally, unable to keep his thoughts at bay any longer, he spoke.

"Have you been... keeping something from me? I can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right." He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside. Yoshida could not shake the sensation that something was amiss.