It had been a normal day for Moriko Tsuki at the little restaurant she worked at. The regulars came in for lunch like always ordering the same thing as always. She knew most of them by name, or made up names that she choose for them. The little old lady who never talked, she always ordered the tuna. Then there was the young rich guy who owned a business at the end of the street, he always tipped larger than anyone else that came to the place.
But today was different, the bell on the door rang as a tall man entered with a smile on his face. He was obviously foreign and she noticed right away, he looked American, but no one could be sure. He sat down at a table to the side of the one she was currently waiting on. Brushing her dark hair aside from her face she glanced over at him. He was pretty nice looking for a foreigner, but she quickly turned back to the table she was at when they began to order.
Taking the orders from the couple she had been waiting on to the chef, she quickly hurried over to the foreign man's table and pulled out her notepad. Her parents had told her right before she left to always respect Americans because they had won the war, and be as nice as possible. She didn't really believe it mattered anymore, but they were her parents and she would listen to them. She looked to him with a smile and began, "Kobanwa, may I take your order." she said in the best english she had, she was learning it in the community school and was getting pretty good.