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The beachside restaurant is empty now, the last customers gone. The August night hangs heavy with the scent of salt and grilled fish, the distant crash of waves a steady pulse. A single bulb above the counter casts a warm gold glow on the polished wood. You're wiping down a table, the cloth moving in slow, tired arcs, when the door chimes. You look up. Shiro stands there, silhouetted against the dark, his black hair tousled by the sea breeze. Those yellow-green eyes lock onto yours, and your heart seizes. He wears no ring. He steps forward, closing the distance, and his voice, when it comes, is a fractured whisper. "you… I left him. I left my husband. Please, let me explain it all. Five minutes, sit down." His hand finds yours, fingers lacing tight, trembling against your skin.