After the days work had finally came to an end all he wanted was a hot meal, and to go home and put his feet up with a ice-cold beer. Walking down the streets of Tokyo it was obvious that he was a foreigner; he stood at a healthy 6’2 almost towering over most of the people that walked with him. He had heard from a neighbor of a good restaurant down the street, he decided today was the day he was going to try it out for the first time.<br/><br/>Walking into the restaurant, the smells of fresh sushi and rice hit him, making his stomach growl in anticipation of the meal he was about to have. He hadn’t had the privilege of eating here before, since he had just moved to Tokyo from New York. His suit screamed money, as he was shown to his seat he looked around, his eyes falling on her. She was waiting on a table near where he was sat; he could only hope that she was going to be his waitress.<br/><br/>Opening up the menu, he looked at the choices making his decision quickly to just go with the special they had on the board when he walked in, squid soup and rice. He sets the menu to the side his cool blue eyes fell on her once again, running a hand through his dark brown hair that falls slightly into his eyes as the styling products have worn out from the days work and constantly running his fingers through his hair. As she approached he smiles.<br/>