"Money problems, or so I've heard." Tentatively, as they walked to it, he took Tomoko's hand. "This is just a rumor, but it seems like one of the children was a bit of a slob. And none of the children wanted to get into the business and one of them was a chef, I suppose."

That was not a romantic story at all. Way to set the mood. There was a romantic story attached to this place, but he'd forgotten how it went; he'd continued reading the facts and rumors solely out of nerves and his eyes had skipped right over the bits that sounded like fiction. He should have known better, but it was too late to go look it up now.

Inside, there were only two tables that were placed near the glass, and Ryusei had snagged one. It was a bit dangerous, if he thought about it—if something happened to the glass, shattering it inwards, that table was the most dangerous place to sit. But... This once, he'd let aesthetic override safety. He gave his name to the waiting employee; that confirmed, he pulled out the chair with the better view of the glass for Tomoko.