This was getting annoying fast. Reisen forgot to eat breakfast this morning and was finding her own gut chastising her about her actions. It was well past noon now and she was regretting her decision of skipping the most important meal of the day with each step. It wasn’t long before an intoxicating aroma wafted in the air nearby. The smell of Ramen. It was cheap, it was filling, it was in a variety of flavors. How could she resist?
It wasn’t long before she found the source of the scent. It was a quaint looking restaurant and it looked rather inviting as well. The eatery seemed to attract the attention of another. A young looking male, hair matching his sharp pearly whites.
“You know if this place has good Ramen?” She was thinking with her gut and not her head right now.