Giorno skips cutely to an Italian restaurant.
He enters and asks a waiter for a table.
He gets a table to order.
The waiter asks Gio what he wants.
Giorno says a salad..........
The waiter writes down his order and heads off to the kitchen, giving one of the chefs the order.
Giorno hums a familiar tune while he waits, looking out the window he saw a man with pink hair and a purple sweater with a large slit in the middle going diagonally. He looked familiar but shook it off.
