@nomoruleskidd
She’s gotten the brunt of another new case, and her eyes hurt from staring at screens trying to find some semblance of a pattern in the data. Her supervisor had left long before she did, but she finds she can no longer pretend to concentrate.
She always berated her sister for working late and not taking care of herself, but now, she’s no better.
It’s too late to cook, and she’s terribly hungry. She remembers Ryuji talking about a ramen shop that he works at (she thinks she recalls seeing him deliver a bowl to a pompadoured receptionist). Ramen may be more of a guy thing, but so is kissing girls allegedly, so that doesn’t faze her.
Sure enough, Ryuji is behind the counter, grinning and watching the broth under the direction of what appears to be quite a seasoned chef. She doesn’t want to interrupt, but when he meets her eyes and his grin widens, she smiles softly in return. “Hello, Ryuji. Could I have a bowl of shio ramen? Thanks so much.”
