The sizzling of pork on the stove was able to be heard in the background, the shop filled with the smell of ramen and curry. The booths were mainly empty - save for the ginger haired man in the corner booth, eating quietly away at his meal, which was curry. Oda held a book in his hand, his eyes intently reading the pages as he flips through them.

And he- oh! Your meal is ready. Perhaps you should go get it?