Translated by: Google and i adjust few of it
-CHAPTER 3: GET BACK (NORA)-
An unidentified woman who met me under Sazh Katzroy, in the piece of paper delivered from her, only the name of the shop and the location of the shop were noted.
I never heard of it. I searched for a cafe restaurant but I can think of it as a store anywhere. It is not included in the class of guide books. As far as I saw the picture, I did not seem to have a special place in the store.
So I decided to check with my own eyes.
I took an airplane and flew all the way to the beach in the south. Trusting only with suspicious notes, it's a shame that while going out for interviews without any prospect of meeting anyone. Still I could not suppress the feeling that I had to go there.
When picking up a taxi at the local airport and telling the store name, the driver made a surprised face. That shop is so to speak as a local place. Most customers in the vicinity are unusual for outdoor travelers like me to visit.
"The taste is certain, is not it?"
It seems that the driver himself is also regular.
I ran for a while on the coastline road and reached the cafe facing Nagisa. It is a shop called Norahouse.
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The shop was crowded with not too much crowd, the atmosphere of the talky of guests was comfortable. As the driver said, customers seem to have many local repeaters. It seemed familiar to the store clerks, and a circle of intimate conversation was made with tables here and there.
I did not know which dish was delicious so I ordered a "Nora Special".
Finished eating, I was puzzled.
The taste is good. I could not believe this shop was not famous. As a cooking dinner of a first-class store, it is flattering, but as a dish to eat while listening to the sound of the waves, it was a special taste.
nostalgic taste.
Yes, it's nostalgic.
Just ... ... It is not only nostalgic.
--what? What is this feeling?
I can not word well, even with myself as a feeling of springing in my chest.
"Sorry, did not you taste it?"
The waiter's young man was sorry to talk to him. It seems that my expression that I thought was first apparent.
"No such thing! It was very delicious."
I hurriedly canceled, the youngsters of blue hair seemed relieved.
"It was good ... actually it was a bit uneasy.
"Customers, are you not from this land? My home taste is local, so I wonder what else to do for someone else. "
"No, thank you for the treat, somehow a nostalgic taste, like to pull up nostalgia, remembering my hometown.
It was a taste I could not believe to eat for the first time. "After I put it out, I noticed.
Yes, it is not the first time.
I know this taste. I have eaten it several times.
I remember this taste of this store.
No doubt, the taste she cooked.
--Girlfriend? Why do you know that it is a woman?
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FINAL FANTASY XIII: Reminiscence Tracer Of The Memories
General Fiction[FFXIII ORIGINAL NOVEL] Written by Daisuke Watanabe. Aoede is a journalist who wants to uncover the truth about the "Another Life" . Follow her journey where she gets to meet the heroes who she believes have saved the rest of the humanity.