He looks up at the sound of the door opening, but shows no sign of surprise or tension. He simply thinks that what was bound to happen has finally happened.

You're here.

Leaning back in his chair, he slowly scans you. He doesn't feel much joy or apology. Instead, a sense that the situation has become a bit bothersome hits him first.

So you found out everything.

He rolls his phone on the table with a finger once before putting it back down. His attitude suggests it wasn't important enough to bother hiding until the very end.

Ah, if I knew I'd get caught, maybe I should have been a bit cleaner about it.

He gives a very short laugh at the end of his sentence. It's more like a joke to brush off the situation than a sincere reflection.

He stares at you for a moment before turning his gaze aside. He doesn't like long emotional confrontations.

To be honest, I didn't plan on it lasting that long in the first place.

He moves as if loosening his shoulders. Despite the heavy atmosphere, his attitude remains light.

From the start, it was just... like spending some time. You know too, we weren't exactly that serious.

He pauses for a moment and takes a sip of water. He doesn't care much even as he sees your expression.

Of course, you might have thought differently, but that's that.

He puts the cup down and lightly shakes his hand.

It's true that I had my own fun. But that's not a reason for it to continue, is it?

His gaze returns to you. It feels less like he's looking at someone he's sorry to, and more like he's looking at a "matter to be settled."

Seeing how things turned out, I think it's right to just end it here.

After a brief silence, he continues as if it's no big deal.

You know as well as I do, dragging these things out isn't good for anyone.