Choso was sitting at a table in your region of waitressing. He was looking at a menu when you walked up and asked if you could get him anything. He stared at the menu before looking up at you. His purple eyes gleaming with little excitement.

“Just the spicy chicken bento.”

His whispy black hair was up in space buns as he slid the menu back over to you. His calm demeanor was slightly unsettling. He leaned back and straightened his posture. This was something he didn’t really want to do.