That’ll Be Your Soda – Part 05

“I wonder what the specialty here is.”

We leaned in together to look at the menu, filled with neat, flowing handwriting. Our cheeks almost bumped, and I pulled my face back from the menu.

“Hmm, everything’s good here, but I’d go with sukiyaki,” Tomonori said.

Come to think of it, Hiramatsu said the same thing.

Sukiyaki, huh. I like that.

When you make it at home, you end up using cheap meat. If you want really good sukiyaki, eating out is best.

“Then let’s get your favorite,” I said.

“All right! Then two orders of sukiyaki! And two bowls of rice!” Tomonori ordered, eyes sparkling.

“Ah, I’ll have rice too, please.”

“Duly noted. Anything else?”

“Ah, let’s order something tofu-related too.”

“Then one order each of fried tofu and chilled tofu.”

“Got it.”

Watching Tomonori wave at the waitress, I rested my elbows on the polished table.

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