Meanwhile…
At a stylish café in the heart of the city, laughter echoed softly over the gentle clinking of spoons against porcelain.
Satomi sat with her circle of girlfriends at a corner table by the window, casually stirring her iced coffee.
"I still can't believe you actually divorced Haruki-senpai," one of them said, eyes wide. "Like… are you serious?"
"Yeah!" another chimed in, leaning forward with a grin. "That handsome man is single now?"
They giggled.
"You don't mind if we try to get closer to him, right?"
Satomi shrugged, unbothered, eyes cool behind her designer sunglasses.
"Hmm? Why should I?"
She sipped her drink lazily.
"He's history."
Her voice was flat. As if she were talking about an old bag she donated and forgot.
"So cold~" one of her friends laughed.
"So… who are you seeing these days?" another asked, leaning in with interest.
Satomi brushed her hair back, lips curving into a faint smile.
