Chijin had requested an alcove with "western" seating, rather than the traditional low table and tatami mats, which seemed to be frequented more by tourists than by the Kusaran "regulars".
He had debated wearing formal KSP attire, but had opted instead for a normal duty uniform.. not as closely tailored and restrictive. Not knowing what Ms. Ayaka might be wearing had put him at a slight disadvantage, but tradition was always comforting.
He wondered how the woman would react to his advanced years, and the small fact that he was "gaijin". He tugged nervously at his high collar..
There was no mistaking Ayaka as she entered the Blossom's main salon. Regal, self-assured, gown conservative, leaving just enough to the imagination..
Chijin rose, and approached the woman with a welcoming smile. He bowed, just enough, and watched her reaction through lowered eyelids. Only the slightest pause ensued before Ayaka herself smiled, and returned his bow.
The Fool extended his elbow. "Madame Ayaka, shall we to table?"
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