You're The Only One Who Cares About Me, Love

By a quarter past seven o'clock, Kyoya and Shouko left the company. Kyoya had already permitted Old Takashi and Kenji to knock off work early as he wanted to drive the car. After making sure his wife had properly fastened the seatbelt, he began to drive leaving the company's area.

"There are so many people," Shouko pointed out once they arrived at the family restaurant. She was staring at the inside of the restaurant, displayed by the floor-to-ceiling windows, "Would there be any seat left?"

There were not many patrons during her first time here the other day because it was still early hours. But, since it was already dinner time, Shouko was doubtful to say if there would be any vacant tables for them.

"I've booked one for us," Kyoya reached out for his phone from the dashboard and placed it inside the pocket of his trench coat. Looking at his wife, he smiled, "Let's go inside. I'm starving, wifey."