Chapter 15-Part 1

It was a peaceful evening where the orange sky and fading clouds was soon to be matched by the beauty of the rising moon. Father had just came home from a long day at the office, and was feeling happy, so he wanted to take me and my mother someplace good to eat, but they started arguing about where to eat.
"Honey, what about that nice sushi place downtown?"
"No. We have already went there so many times, and I'm sick of it."
"But we don't have a lot of time to choose. It's dark out and our son has school tomorrow. Can we please just go there and choose another place next time? Just for tonight is all I ask."
"Hey! I made the money, so if I say no, that means no!"
"Well then, what did you have in mind, Mr. Moneybags?"
As he ponders this question while ignoring her insult, I walk up to him, holding the paper Tsundere-kun gave me a while back. I tap him on the shoulder. "Otou-san? This may help.", I say, as I hand him the paper.

 He rubs his chin in thought, and says "Yeah, I know this place. I pass it during my commute, but neither I nor my coworkers has ever eaten there. It seems like a nice little place, and you know what? That's where we shall go. Thank you, son.", he says, scuffing my hair playfully as I try to shake him off. Mother sighs in relief that the problem is finally solved.

We arrive at the address fifteen minutes later. "I hope they're not closing soon, honey.", Mother remarks as we walk in. The air smelt strongly of spices as we took a seat at a table. A gruff voice from the back says "We'll be right with you in a couple of minutes.". As we wait, Father says "Look at this, we got a nice table, few patrons, meaning less time to wait, and overall a really comfy establishment. Things are sure coming up 'Mr. Moneybags', huh?", he says, grinning at mother while bouncing his eyebrows. She rolls her eyes at him, scoffs, and says, "You can thank our son for that.". A familiar voice can be heard a few tables down.

"You eat here, too?", a certain red haired boy says as he dashes toward me. What appears to be his mother yells "Kei-chan! No running in the restaurant!" behind him. "Kay.", he yells back. He pops in the empty seat besides me and says to my parents, "Hi! You must be his parents! I'm Nohara Keisuke, and I'm one of your son's homeroom classmates! He's AWESOME!!!1" in one breath before they have time to react.

No more than two minutes later, a stout aging man appears. He has a scruff brown beard with yellow eyes. He looks more like a typical blacksmith from your traditional RPG than a chef, but looks are deceiving. "Thank you for waiting. What will it be for you three?". Tomboy-kun piped up, "I'm just talking to my friend's family here.". "I figured, which is why I said THREE.", he says in a stern voice, causing Tomboy-kun to shake nervously. (I see where Tsundere-kun gets his temper from.), I ponder, chuckling nervously. Father says "Water for me.". "Do you have green tea, by any chance?", Mother says. "Yes, ma'am. We do.", he says, writing down water in kanji on a piece of paper. He then asks "Is that what you would like?". "Please.", she responds. He writes down her drink as well.

 "What'll it be for you, kiddo?", pointing at me with his pen. I ask him "C-Cola..." I say, intimidated by the aura he gives off. "Eh? I couldn't hear that.", he says, raising a hand up to his ear, giving a punk look to his face. "COLA!", I shout. He laughs and says, "I'm just messing with ya, kiddo. I used to be in a gang way back when, and that's how we got everyone, even the teachers to speak up. The look on your face:PRICELESS.", as he writes down cola while still laughing. Father grins while mother facepalms muttering "Men." through gritted teeth.