Hidden Meanings and Missing Information

Sakura

May 24, 4:44 pm, Tokyo, Japan

"Order up!"

Sakura frowned as the plate of fried chicken was placed in front of Katsuo. Katsuo either didn't notice the look, or ignored it, and immediately began digging in.

They had been seated in a small booth inside a kissaten – an old-fashioned tearoom that also sold coffee. Sakura had been to a couple before, as her mother liked them a lot. As such, she was familiar with the darker atmosphere; the red, plastic seats rigid but soft, the hardwood floors and tables, the low lights and chatty staff. 

Still, this particular kissaten seemed to be a little more modern. It served karaage after all. But maybe not as modern as others, due to the...everything else.

Sakura eyed Katsuo as he ate his chicken, sipping at her own coffee. She had learned three things from this entire situation so far: