It was late in the evening.
Me and Hanji were off out for dinner. A formal dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant, meaning I had to dress posh. I wore a tuxedo with a little bow tie (all black) and was staring at myself in the mirror realising how humiliating I looked when Hanji came down. She wore a red Italian themed dress, it wasn't like her at all. Tch, new Hanji.
Anyway, we arrived and the waiter led us to our reserved booth and started to speak Italian. Of course I didn't know what this idiot was saying, I only really speak English and Japanese. Well anyway, as this freak kept going on and on (he knew I didn't know what he said at all, Hanji said the look on my face was priceless) he suddenly stopped and smiled at us both then walked away. "God, I thought he'd never stop." I sighed, slouching down and tugging at my bow tie. "Heh, well, all I got out of that was something about ordering. So we should choose what we want." Hanji smiled at me and passed me a menu. "Alright then."
And that's when he came in.
