[ The place she picks is the Xiao Xue Dumpling House.
By the time Logan arrives, Kimiko's a few spoonfuls into her soup, effortlessly extracting noodles with chopsticks and feeling, briefly, like she did a long time ago — before the Shining Light, before New York and Supes, back when the sands of Yokohama's beaches was soft and warm between her toes and her father's cooking filled her belly. There's no awkward noodles dangling from her mouth, no soup broth spilled on her jeans. It's almost disgustingly graceful, the way she shovels her food down.
When he arrives, she waves over to Sophie and communicates seamlessly with the restaurant's owner in a series of visibly incomprehensible gestures.
Sophie, her grin as bright as her cheeks are pronounced, greets him like they're old friends. She says, "Please have a seat and order anything you want. It's covered."
Kimiko has been doing quite well for herself in the Dome and can afford it. Eat up, big man. ]
kimiko, the sequel.
By the time Logan arrives, Kimiko's a few spoonfuls into her soup, effortlessly extracting noodles with chopsticks and feeling, briefly, like she did a long time ago — before the Shining Light, before New York and Supes, back when the sands of Yokohama's beaches was soft and warm between her toes and her father's cooking filled her belly. There's no awkward noodles dangling from her mouth, no soup broth spilled on her jeans. It's almost disgustingly graceful, the way she shovels her food down.
When he arrives, she waves over to Sophie and communicates seamlessly with the restaurant's owner in a series of visibly incomprehensible gestures.
Sophie, her grin as bright as her cheeks are pronounced, greets him like they're old friends. She says, "Please have a seat and order anything you want. It's covered."
Kimiko has been doing quite well for herself in the Dome and can afford it. Eat up, big man. ]