Sakura
May 26, 11:20 am, Tokyo, Japan
Katsuo rapped his knuckles against the window. Sakura immediately unlocked the door to the car, and he got in, accompanied by the smell of fried chicken.
"I got food," he said, placing a box in Sakura's lap. His own was already open. Sakura raised an eyebrow at that. It looked like he had been eating as he was walking. He must've gotten a bunch of stares, eating while walking in Tokyo.
"Why do we both have to be here?" Sakura asked as she opened up her box of chicken.
The rental car was parked across the street from the Jade Lilly, tucked away in a small alleyway. In a place like this, it wasn't too implausible that a car would be parked in an alley; most people would think it was one of the shop-owners' vehicles.
