He sat down across from her, and took the offered plate with a smile in her direction. "It's funny that in all places we would meet first, it is here. Eating." The kitchen was busy connecting foodies. It was amusing. "I must say, it looks nice." He spoke softly, before using his fork to take a bite.
The flavor washed over his tongue and he nodded his head. "Very nice. Full of flavor." A pretty girl that knew how to eat. "Nonsense," he waved his hand. "Catered does not always mean good. I prefer this. Thank you." He extended his free hand, "Choi, Haru. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"I mean, many of history's greatest situations happened over food. Not to mention the idea in most cultures of hospitality involving feeding your guests."
If Tesla was a bird, her feathers would be fluffed up by the compliments. Any nerves she still had fell away. "Good old country cooking. Nothing fancy, but it tastes good and fills you up. So I'm happy to hear you enjoy it."





















