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As Chiyu gave the driver directions, she sat back down to see Kazuo looked a bit stumped at the word dinner. It was a little sad actually, but she knew that he probably ate fancy food everyday. Her parents tried to get her to eat it, but she wasn't to fond of it. "Yeah, a diner is where you get food. You just kinda go in, and someone comes up to you and you order." She tried to explain the best way she could. It had a lot of western styled food, but Chiyu really didn't want sushi.

As a few minutes passed, the limo stopped. Glad that it was late since there wasn't a lot of people. "Well thank you," she said unbuckling herself, "you can come in with me if you want, but I can't guarantee no one will look at you since....your clothes." Shrugging, she opened the door waiting for his answer.