“I’m not....really hungry.”  Kevin groaned towards the waitress. A woman not hungry? Typical, really. He read the menu that had some items in English underneath the Japanese names. The booths were velvet, and the counter for the restaurant looked neatly cleaned, and shined. Obviously, this was not your average stop in an eat place. It was fancy, and more than likely expensive. He had a feeling that this was one of many reasons the captive did not want to eat. His money was scarce. American money was worth more in Japan. So this is was probably affordable.<br/><br/>“ She’ll have a few California rolls, with some Ramon.I will have a Ramon bowl as well.” The woman nodded her head wandering away from the two. The waitress only knew tiny bits of English from the looks of it.<br/><br/>“ Look, I know you are scared. Hell, you were probably terrified ever since meeting me. I want you to know, I am not your master, nor your enemy. We are here together in a place neither of us are overly familiar with. People are after you for blood, and the only way YOU can survive is with me. Being alone risks problems,and your life. I tried to protect you from that. We do need to get you a new outfit. You're like a bright pink in the dead of night to these men in your kimono.”  His words filtered out trying to come up with a solution to this debacle they were in. “ My name is Kevin. Not your owner, not your ruler, not your evil capture that they made me. I am your friend trying to protect you here.”<br/><br/>The waitress came back setting down some items for food so that they could eat in silence for just a little bit. When she came back to get the check, he threw money down on the table hoping it paid the bill, and a tip. “ So where would you like to shop? “ The question was meant to distract her from the troubles that were going on.