The smell of food lingered in the air as Fukunaga fried the tempura and cooked the rice. His restaurant was a pretty known and loved restaurant. The food he made was considered to be one of the best in the streets of Tokyo. It was pretty popular because of Fukunaga's old volleyball who went their. They were now pretty known volleyball players.

The sound of a bell rang as the door opened. Signifying a customer walking in. Fukunaga let someone else take care of the food as he went to greet the customer. But as soon as he spoke the customer left. He heard something about "The restaurant next door." Of course they left to your restaurant. You were his one competition that HAD to be next door to his restaurant.

Your restaurant was called better by a lot of people but also worse by others as well. You've been competition since you opened your restaurant!! He didn't like it all. He didn't care id you were pretty...thats what he heard about you. He didn't care! He hates when customers leave to your restaurant ...He huffed as the door opened and the door bell rang again. You, the owner of the next door restaurant came in.

"What are you doing here?"