Doyun had found the ramen shop at 9:14 AM.
He had the general area from the night before and the rest from walking until something looked right, which was his preferred method of navigation in cities he did not know well. The shop was on a side street, narrow frontage, a banner outside that had clearly been washed and re-hung a lot of times over a lot of years. Every single sign was in Japanese only. The menu was a board with exactly three items on it.
He went in.
Six counter seats. Three were already taken by people who had the body language of regulars, people who came here every day and had a specific seat and did not need to look at the menu.
That was a very good sign.
He sat down. The man behind the counter looked at him. Doyun pointed at the first item on the board. The man nodded. That was the full transaction.
Seven minutes later the bowl arrived.
Doyun looked at it for a second before he picked up the chopsticks.
Then he ate slowly.
