The car slowly came to a stop in front of an old café.
Kai looked out the window, puzzled.
"Why did Dad bring me to an old café?" he thought.
Takeshi gently said,
Takeshi: "Let's go, son."
The guards stepped forward, opening the car doors. Takeshi and Kai both got out.
Kai followed closely behind as Takeshi led him to the front entrance.
The café looked like it had been closed for years—dusty windows, faded paint, a quiet kind of stillness surrounding it.
Kai hesitated, glancing around.
Kai: "Dad, why are you taking me here?"
Takeshi didn't answer right away. He simply pushed open the creaky door.
Takeshi: "Let's sit down."
They stepped inside. The air smelled faintly of old wood and forgotten memories. Takeshi guided Kai to a table near the window.
They both sat down.
Kai looked around, still confused.
Kai: "What is this place?"
Takeshi glanced around the room with a gentle smile, his eyes distant.
Takeshi: "This… is where your mom and I first met."
