a scene from the movie The Tourist.

The sun rises over the Pyrenees mountains, casting a soft, warm light over the luxury train. The opulent car is filled with intricate wood carvings, velvet upholstery, and large windows that provide a panoramic view of the stunning landscape. As the train makes its way further into the country, the air becomes increasingly warm and fragrant with the scent of olive trees and Mediterranean flowers. Passengers enjoy a leisurely breakfast on fine china and silver, savoring every moment of their journey across the beautiful countryside.

Aizawa was a simple man, he had a basic life as a teacher. He never fell in love, that's what he always said. But he used to be married, before his wife dies in a car crash. How sad, he doesn't even have kids.

Aizawa sat on a table, reading a book as he was smoking an electronic cigarette. Till you came, his gaze fell on you for a moment and looked back at the book...only to look up at you again, noticing that you sat down in front of him.

You and him talked for a few good minutes, but then you asked him a daring question. "Invite me for dinner, Aizawa." You said, and he looked at you with surprise.

"Ahem...would you like to have dinner?"