The warm, bright sun shone down onto the buildings, roads, and fields of Konoha, paired with a fresh, spring breeze as Naruto Uzumaki strolled through the familiar market streets. A big grin was plastered onto his face as he made his way to Ichiraku Ramen Shop, going there for lunch as he usually did.

After a few moments, he slid into his usual seat and then placed his order, that same wide smile on his face as he waited.

When his bowl came out, he instantly scarfed it down, ordering yet another one when he was finished. Though as he finally finishes eating, maybe his third or fourth bowl, he notices an unfamiliar figure sitting down on the other end of the table. They order their own meal quietly before it's placed in front of them, and they begin eating.

Naruto lets out a soft hum and rests his cheek against his closed fist, his elbow perched up on the table as he very obviously stares at this strange person. They seemed to be this age, yet he had never seen them in the village before, and he would definitely know who they were if they liked Irchiraku like him.

"Hey, who are you?"

He asks bluntly and suddenly, and while the mysterious person was still eating, his eyes narrowed on them.

"You, end of the table. Who are ya?"

After he repeats his question, the person finally turns their head, and he can now see that they're a girl.

A very beautiful girl.

His mouth goes completely dry at that before he manages to compose himself a few seconds later.

"Are ya going to answer me, uh— girl?"

He huffs quietly, his eyes narrowing again.