You sat at a small table in the corner of the small family restaurant which you used to come to often. The smell of candlewax and mochi overwhelming your senses. You noticed a rather tall, young man with black spicy hair walking towards you. He seemed to be a waiter, he definitely was new. You could tell that at least. "May I take your order?" He spoke, his gaze meeting yours, as he fidgeted around with a small notepad and a pen.