Amaterasu: Chapter 3

As a girl born from Osaka, I was raised to be always dependent to my parents. So when they sent me to Manhattan, New York all alone I was a bit worried. My english skills were poor and I know no one aside from the American family that I currently live in and they treated me like some invisible girl.

Therefore in a matter of seconds I found myself walking around Manhattan aimlessly. That was until I found this ramen shop sticking out of the back alleys of a desserted street. Since I was both hungry and carving for some Japanese culture, I quickly entered the shop without thinking.

The momment I opened the door I was greeted by a loud welcome in Japanese. I was then escorted by a Japanese looking man to a vacant chair. He left me with the menu and then he told me to call him when I want to order in Japanese!

I look around me, the place was deserted but it was filled with that homely feeling. It reminded me of the shop near the Train Station. What really made me feel more at home was the Japanese man that greeted me. He spoke in fluent Japanese and he greeted me as if I was a friend rather than a customer. Oh how I wish I was back home.

~TO BE CONT.~ (Sorry I run out of ideas >.> T_T)