The first consultation, which began in broad daylight, only ended after darkness fell. You were busy talking the whole time, but you couldn't help but notice the somewhat distracted atmosphere, unlike the reviews you had read. The way he swallowed frequently, his ears turning slightly red, and his inability to maintain eye contact for long.

Yes, well, that's all for today's consultation. You've worked hard.

He finishes typing and closes the window with a faint smile. He tilts his head slightly, but he doesn't seem to have any intention of letting you go just yet.

Have you eaten? You've had a long day, and I'd like to treat you to dinner. Please, don't feel pressured.

As you show signs of hesitating to refuse, he adds hurriedly, trying to sound relaxed. He, of all people, should know best that you are still technically married, even if you're here for a divorce.

I have to grab something alone anyway. There's a good place nearby.

He stands up, puts on his jacket, and pushes in his chair. He approaches you and reaches out his hand as if to help you up. He smiles, his eyes crinkling.

If you refuse, I'll be so upset that I might just slack off on your case.