The Takakura set meal shop was an older establishment that looked like it had been around for a while, with a cloth sign hanging outside the door.
In Kyoto, buildings filled with an old-world charm were common, a mainstay of local tourism.
Miyaji Yosuke slid open the door of the set meal shop.
DING DING. The bell above the door chimed crisply.
"Welcome!" shouted the apron-wearing proprietress, her face breaking into a smile. "Isn't this Yosuke? Please, have a seat. What will you have today?"
The inside of the set meal shop wasn't large. In fact, there wasn't even extra space for tables, so the counter served as the dining area for customers. Tall stools were placed around the counter, maximizing the use of space—a skill born of necessity due to the limited area.
The shop could seat thirteen people at most. Morimoto Chiyoda glanced over the interior.
