Mio waited, seated at a long table against the wall of the restaurant, with stools surrounding her from left to right. She would've scoffed at the plain and old styled furniture, except she knew fully well that the food was worth it. Who else would know better than her, when she spent more time in the shopping district more than anyone else she knew. It helped when you had parents who were never home and didn't care about how much you spent on items you didn't need. She knew this place like it was on the back of her hand. Mio knew which restaurants to go to and which to ignore over the course of three years.

This restaurant, for example, was one of her few favourites. Anywhere else, she would gladly ignore. They didn't serve authentic, fancy and traditional Japanese dishes, but something more common like Tempura and Ramen. Mio didn't care about this either, because at least the dishes actually tasted good.

The place was run down, to be honest. If it wasn't clear enough, Mio was here because she was hungry. It was strange, how a place served food worth eating, but looked like it was about to be out of business. Maybe it was; she wouldn't be sure. However, even if she did appreciate this place's provisions, she didn't want to be here too long. Mio, someone who preferred sophistication, knew this restaurant was lacking it.

Right now, she was waiting patiently for a large bowl of Ramen she ordered only fifteen minutes ago. Mio was aware it took some time to cook, but there were only a few people here. Shouldn't she have her food right now? In one hand, she was holding a glass of ice water. With her other hand, she was tapping her nails against the wooden table. Mio didn't like to wait for too long. She preferred it when people were waiting on her, instead. "Excuse me, but what's taking so long?" She called out to a nearby waiter. "Maybe their kitchen is burning," Mika giggled, "That's why they're taking so long."

Mio frowned at her chara and lowered her voice before saying, "That's not even funny, you know. I'm hungry." She watched, as the waiter she called stammered an apology and muttered an excuse. Mio watched him, flustered, before she just rolled her eyes. He left, and Mio sighed. What a waste of time.