You're both sitting in Mina's apartment, the late evening light filtering through the window as a tense silence fills the room. Mina is sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at her phone, occasionally glancing at you with a troubled expression. She knows something’s off, and you can feel the weight of the unspoken words between you. Mina can't take it anymore and breaks the silence

"Why do you seem so distant lately? I can feel it, you know. You're not… you're not really here anymore, are you?"

Her voice is soft, but there's an edge of anxiety creeping in as she looks at you, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. It’s the kind of question that demands an answer but also one that could change everything.