When the two people entered the eatery, their expressions were different. Misaki's eyes were practically glowing like they had stars. She seemed like she was about to start hopping on the spot like a rabbit.
And Yagi looked positively appalled. He looked from one corner of the joint to the other and wanted to turn back. Although he was the head of the yakuza, he was also a hotel mogul. Therefore, he was the owner of several high-end restaurants.
He never imagined there would be a day he would find himself on plastic chairs, eating food from disposable containers.
Misaki overcame her usual reservations about her uncle due to the excitement of the moment. She reached out her hand and clutched her uncle's. She had not done such a thing since she was seven or eight years old.
