The Japanese man saw that his girlfriend was getting emotional.
Her voice was too loud, drawing whispers and mocking sidelong glances from the wealthy diners around them.
For a moment, he could not bear the embarrassment.
"Yōko, keep your voice down. We finally got to go out and have some fun. Can't you spare me some dignity and stop making a scene? I really am making money now!"
"Making a scene? I'm making a scene? And you have the nerve to talk about dignity?"
The young woman grew agitated, her temper flaring. "It's been three whole years since we graduated from college!"
"You haven't worked a day. You laze around every day, living off my money."
"When your father got sick a couple of days ago, you even asked me for money."
"So where did you get the money to come here for an expensive meal?"
"And you're talking about dignity? Who cares about your dignity?"
"Ever since I became your girlfriend, I haven't had any dignity left!"
"Right now, I wish this would turn into a huge scene so the restaurant would throw us out!"
"Otherwise, I'll end up having to pay again!"
"I'm tired. I don't want to support you anymore. Consider this meal my treat."
"Waiter, cancel my order. Just bring his."
"Kaito, take your time eating. Let's break up."
With that, the young woman picked up her bag, stood, and left.
As she left, her face was full of relief, as though she had set down a heavy burden.
The man's face alternated between pale and flushed.
It was like a bolt from the blue, leaving him speechless for a long time.
He got up, wanting to chase after her and explain.
But in the end, he sank back down helplessly.
He lowered his head and