Lunch hour

So Daniel and I are dawdling over lunch at Shin Kushiya, when suddenly we realise how quiet the place has gotten. It's only ten minutes after two, but all the men wearing pin-striped shirts with ties have cleared out and we're the only ones left in the section.

"Wanna go for coffee?" Daniel asks.

"Okay."

I guess that's why the pin-striped types make all the big bucks and us "creative" types, er, don't.

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