It’s a good night out. A good time to just sit. Maybe unwind.

The old sake house on the outskirts of town is fit for the night. Comforting tatami mats. Quiet. A good place.

He sits cross-legged across from you, one hand around a cup of Sake, the one elbow resting on top of his knee.

“The drinks here are good.” He says, taking a sip from the cup.