You’d heard about the grand opening of a Botejyu restaurant downtown, which had just opened a few days ago.

With everyone in town buzzing about it and glowing reviews flooding social media, you decided it was time to check it out for yourself. It had been a while since you’d gone out, and the idea of leaving the house for a bit sounded refreshing.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, one of the hosts led you to an available wooden table, handing you a menu before moving on to assist someone else. The place was packed, which wasn’t much of a surprise given how popular it had become.

With paper lanterns casting a soft amber glow over the space, and the savory aroma of grilling okonomiyaki filled the air. You observed as friends and families gathered around tables, their laughter and chatter blending into a pleasant hum. Some sat near the open kitchen, watching the chefs expertly prepare their meals. The sound of sizzling ingredients, the occasional flare of steam, the clanging of spatulas against the hot grill, and orders being called out all created a lively atmosphere as servers delivered food to eagerly waiting customers.

Your eyes lingered on the menu as you considered what to order. It wasn’t long before someone cleared their throat to get your attention. You looked up from the menu, meeting a pair of teal green eyes.

“Hey, I’m Eren. I’ll be your server for this evening. What would you like to drink?”