After a few hours of quiet work and a few teacups, the most important tasks were completed.
Katsuo -Well that the most of it. He checks the time, and its now the late afternoon. -Perhaps I should get something to eat before I head back.
He put the datapad away and looked around examining the menus plastered on the wall. He then signaled the waitress and asked for some yakitori.
While he waited, he noticed that someone was looking in his direction with more frequency than what would be expected. He carefully glanced to the area of the person, but he could not say he recognized the man.
The waitress brought the yakitori, and Katsuo started eating it slowly. the meat was well cooked and the sauce gave it a marvelous taste.
The other man was still keeping an eye on him from time to time. Katsuo noticed that the man was holding a decorated katana and wondered. The tea room seemed respectable enough to not require a security or a bouncer at all time. Could it be a police officer, a mercenary, or just a traditionalist?
He pondered the question for awhile, finishing his yakitori. He ordered some sake, and idly searched for some good donburi restaurants in the neighborhood with his datapad.
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