"Here you go"

Oh, no, I'm finally here.

"Miso ramen"

"No - -"

"What is it, Maricana?

"This is a place without fear of God."

"Huh?"

"Not soy sauce"

"Oh, right"

"Well, fine. Please."

"Excuse me, this is a mystery take"

I stared down at the dust made up of red and white placed in front of me. I wonder if the hot air is rising.

Oh, I'm getting saliva in my mouth. I feel a tingle of desire for food. The unspeakable scent of soup tickles my nostrils when I breathe through my nose. Oh, I can't wait. Wow.