When she came back to the table, the coffee and cornbread were already served at their table. He leaned over and greeted her as he has done for two years, with a kiss on the cheek. She smiled and hastily took a sip of the scolding coffee. Of course, he had noticed the scarf. She never wore scarves, but he would've never told her a word. Deniz looked into her eyes and tried to guess what was going through her mind, why she's decided suddenly to live with her mother. She used to be open with him and their relationship was built on mutual trust. He wondered for a brief moment if things were quietly coming to an end, but refused to let that idea cloud his mind.

Another sip of coffee, another smile. Why was she pretending? She knew things were going south. She also knew that guilt would eat her up alive. The man sitting across from her has never been anything but kind and loving to her. He gave up his dreams to build his life around her. She simply could not tell him the truth. She got up, gave him a peck on the cheek, vowed to herself that she'd get her necklace back by the end of night, and left.