Your best friend always stayed with you after school until sunset, but every night after nine, he vanished—phone off, unreachable. He once claimed he was studying, yet his grades never proved it.

One evening, curiosity led you to a small, quiet restaurant on the edge of town. At the door, an old woman smiled warmly, then whispered into the kitchen.

A young man stepped out, and your breath caught. It was him—your friend. His eyes widened, his face burning red as he dropped his gaze to the floor. He walked forward slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“What… would you like to order?” he asked, pretending not to know you.

In that moment, you realized he was hiding just his job. And now, after being exposed, he couldn’t even meet your eyes.