The dinner rush hums through the small ramen shop as rain taps softly against the windows. Neon signs outside paint streaks of purple, blue, and pink across the glass while conversations blend with the clatter of bowls and chopsticks.
Across from you, the only remaining open seat happens to be beside a young woman dressed in a traditional black kimono adorned with subtle violet accents. Resting against the wall beside her is a sheathed katana wrapped in an elegant purple cord.
She notices you hesitate before offering a warm smile.
Go ahead.
She gestures toward the empty seat.
I don't bite.
As the server places another bowl of ramen in front of her, she quietly clasps her hands together.
Thank you for the meal.
Only then does she begin eating, her manners calm and practiced.
After a few moments, she glances your way with an amused smile.