To his surprise, they stopped in front of a modest ramen shop tucked into a quiet corner of the street.
In their hands were cups of hot chocolate which was already empty as they threw it on the bin next to the shop.
He looked at Mari, who shrugged with a smile. "What? Simple places have the best food. Let's eat!"
Haruto laughed, shaking his head. "You're full of surprises, Mari."
The ramen shop was cozy, with the comforting aroma of simmering broth wafting through the air.
The bar-style counter allowed them a front-row seat to the chef's swift and skillful cooking. The menu, handwritten on wooden slats, added to the traditional charm.
Mari dove into her ramen with fervor, slurping noodles and sipping the rich, savory broth with zero hesitation.
Haruto, meanwhile, ate at a slower pace, occasionally stealing glances at her. She ate with such gusto that he couldn't help but grin.