[ follow me, tetora gestures, and off he goes into the winding roads of tokyo's back alleys. skyscrapers tower high overhead, casting giant shadows across the mid-afternoon sky that covers them. the sun is exactly like tetora last remembers it - hot, bright, summery like a kiss to the back of the neck. they cross small intersections with half-working traffic lights, zig-zag through marketplaces until they reach a small izakaya that sells ramen along with rice burgers, the menu proudly announcing ENGLISH CUSTOMERS WELCOME above a picture of the flag of the united states of america.
it's the little details.
an unmemorable man serves them tea, piping hot and straight from the kettle, but tetora gives his cup to david as he asks - politely - for a can of soda. ]
I love it here. They make really good ramen. Every time I do this - I come back here. You got a place like that, back home?
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it's the little details.
an unmemorable man serves them tea, piping hot and straight from the kettle, but tetora gives his cup to david as he asks - politely - for a can of soda. ]
I love it here. They make really good ramen. Every time I do this - I come back here. You got a place like that, back home?