Pleasant Companion
The lunch turned out to be ordinary. A simple lunch in a small food cart next door. Diane expected something spectacular, based on her knowledge of this man's eating habit. Instead, he chose to bring her to a cheap food stall selling Shumai. They stood in front of the stall eating while chatting. This was a side of him she had not seen before.
Her image of him was a man peculiarly eating in special places she herself couldn't step afoot because of its greatly annoying prices. But here he was eating luxuriously with bare hands with no sense of elegance at all, opposite to his clean-shaven face, well-combed hair, and well-ironed clothes. He ate a lot of rice and Shumai, tripled with what she ate. Then a few rice bits stuck on his face, making her laughed aloud.
Slowly, she found him pleasant as a companion. He made her forget the painful conversation with her aunt earlier.