Impressive lunchroom.

I look around. I did bring lunch, I cooked it. However, I could always settle for lunch here. Let's look first. I take a look at the options. It looked like what you would fine in a grocery store. Some were green vegetables, pickles, and an assembly of dressings. There was a place with spaghetti and meatballs, fried chicken, French fries, chicken tenders. There was also an assortment of soups.

Yeah, I wasn't feeling it. I wasn't hungry for any of the options. So, I sit down. I open my lunch box. I had packed leftover sushi and some lo-mien. I made it last night for this very occasion. I had a pack of wasabi and pickled ginger and chopsticks. 

It was one of the only things that I had left to connect with my pervious family. They left me with chopsticks. I take them everywhere. They were sentimental.

"Hi. That's an unusual lunch." Meana said sitting down. 

She took the cafeteria food.

"What is it?"

"Sushi and lo-mien."

"Isn't Lo-mien Chinese?"

"Just because I'm Japanese doesn't mean I can't cook Chinese." I say. 

"Right. May I try some?" She asked.

I nod. No reason to say no. I give her some with my chopsticks. She eats it.

"Wow. It's good. You're a good cook." She said.

"Thanks." I say.