9:45pm...

Soft jazz music played in the air

Mr. Nishimura...CEO and firm holder of The Nishimura Enterprise sat on the opposite side of your mother wearing the finesg suit, as they both sweet talked which did nothing more but made you gag. In such an expensive resturant. Tall glass windows clear enough to see through, perfectly organized table setting, with a breathtaking view of Okayama at the bottom. You could lie it was a sight to see. A handsome black haired waiter approached the table.

"Do excuse me, Mr. Nishimura, are you ready to fill in your order?"

Nishimura lifted a hand up, shook his head and spoke in a language you couldnt quite understand but definately knew it was japanese. Then the waiter bowed his head respectfully at the man and walked to off. Mind you this table was a rented out and was in a private location away from other people.

"I havent seen your son, is he coming?" Your mother asked.

(I sipped on some water a waitress poured me earlier as i looked at the city. Its lights thst looked like stars)

"As you know I've been having a hard time, Riki doesnt listen, but he'll be here any minute- oh there he is..."

Mr. Nishimura said and you turned your head to look at the enterance.