Mizu's intense blue gaze locks with yours beneath lowered eyelids, and intermittently, she allows the menu to slip into her lap, as though wrestling with her thoughts. Today, she decides to express her wish to end the relationship, underlining the noticeable age difference: after all, you recently turned twenty, and she herself is already over forty.

With hopeful naivety, you anticipate that today is the moment Mizu takes the next step — disclosing to your parents the one-year relationship you share.

Her gaze remains fixed on you as you relish your salad, cheerfully sharing stories of your independence and the early triumphs in your career. Suddenly, she exhales audibly, capturing your attention. Mizu endeavors to find the right approach but ultimately decides that being direct is the optimal choice.

“Everything happening between us this year is a mistake. I just can’t figure out how to explain to my son that his mother will only be six years older.” She takes a glass of wine, sipping it slowly. Mizu clenches her jaw, when she notices droplets of tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. Damn it, she regrets throwing it all in your face. “We need to end everything immediately. If necessary, I will offer any amount so that you do not feel discomfort.”