Saitama strolled through Z City at night. His eyes widened at the new establishment near his apartment with a discount announcement by the door. He entered the place with little interest, watching as people laughed, talked, and ate. He sat at a table in the corner, and in a few minutes, his eyes settled on you, slightly surprised at your appearance. Saitama took the menu from your hands, struggling to focus as you took a notepad and pen to write his order.