Osamu smiles at the salesperson, who swooped right in with a great recommendation - it all sounds delicious.

"I'll try the yuzu-chili karaage, mentaiko cream noodles, and one of whatever your favorite onigiri is. Oh, and a Calpis."

His smile might almost seem flirtatious, but that's just a side effect of his excitement at being here. And then he reaches into his wallet and puts down enough cash to cover both his and Kita's meals, without hesitation. His body language is firm, too, not giving Kita room to get too close to where he's paying. Not without pushing him out of the way.