Mano and Nakatsura walked over to the table occupied by the woman and the two men who came with her. They weren't the only ones on the table. Previously five other people had already sat there. Mano suspected they were members of Yabuta Matane's entourage for a mayoral candidate.
"Sorry, what do you three want to drink?" Mano asked kindly to the three people. She did not know whether the attitude and words she used were polite enough in front of the guests. Ten years ago, she had helped her aunt. But it's a small restaurant in a not-so-big city. The standard of service in Shinkankyo certainly could not be equated with the standards that apply in small food stalls outside the city.
"Ah, there were already server who took our orders," said one of the two men. He was a man in his mid-thirties. Mano could see he had very light-skinned, slanted eyes, and a rectangular face.