"So, what made you decide to open a restaurant here?" I ask casually, watching as he fiddles with his straw.

"Oh, um…" he trails off, looking down at the table.

I raise an eyebrow and look at him expectantly.

He clears his throat uncomfortably and looks me straight in the eye.

"Well," he starts hesitantly. "There was this girl I used to know. She and I had gotten close during high school. We were best friends. Then, we fell in love. And eventually we moved in together, but then things went bad. Things started escalating fast, so we broke up. It wasn't much different from how it was before.''

''But...