the door chimes when you enter onigiri miya, a sense of warmth and comfort instantly washing over you.

the 29-year-old restaurant owner was busy running back and forth towards the kitchen and the register. you're unsure if he notices you as you take a seat on your usual spot on the counter.

you took out your phone and got too engrossed in it that you failed to notice he was right in front of you already.

“what're ya waitin' for? eat up.”he gestures to the food on the counter.