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It's my first time to enter a Japanese restaurant. Mr. Austin suddenly change the location and he's already there because he said that he missed eating sushi.
It's beautiful in here. The interior designs seems like carried me to Japan. There is looking authentic but falsified cherry blossom tree in some corners of the place and wooden floral curve chairs sorrounds a rectangle shape timber table.
I wander my sight around the whole place and few people only there. Until, one staff approach me. She has a pretty smile on her face and wearing a silk suit with white cloth underneath and a fitted skirt lengthen just over the knee.
"Do you have reservation ma'am?" She asked politely.
"Yes, with Mr. Austin." I answered with same level of politeness and gave her a smile.
"This way Ma'am." She instructed me stretching her hands towards the right pathway with her open hands. She walk before so me I followed her quietly.
We reach a bizzare area. I guess, she took me in a VIP section. We stop in front of a door with square designs covered with somewhat thin paper but the inside weren't visible. I don't know how it calls but it looks like the door I see in Japanese movies.
She slide open the door and I saw Mr. Austin already there sitting on the floor. The food are serve and I see a small looking like thin square shape red pillow on the floor. At the side of the door, I saw a leather shoes and that inform me to take off my sandal.
"Here we are Ma'am. Just call us when you need anything." The staff said and bow before leaving. I went in and slide the door to close and sit down next on the floor.
"This is a nice place." The first statement my mouth freed.
"Indeed. Let's eat first." Mr. Austin offered me and I smile when I see chopsticks beside my plate. I suddenly remember Suga. I will take him here next time.
We ate quietly but I seem to not enjoy the food because I am nervous about what I will know about my husband's mother.
"Don't you like the food?" Mr. Austin's asked that force me to look up towards him. He is wiping his lips with white napkin and drink wine next.
"No. They are all tasty. I'm just nervous. Shall we talk now about the person I'm looking?" I asked like forcing him to talk precipitately now.
I heard him sigh and watched him pressed on button just at the corner of the table and in few seconds, two person went in and fixed the table leave pitch of cold water and two pieces of clean glass. They move very fast and instantly depart after and close the door behind me.
Mr. Austin get his brown rectangular leather bag and fish out one folder. He put it over the table and look at me straight. He sigh again that add nervousness to me. I can feel my sweat forming on my forehead and my throat drying. My heart palpitate too fast.
