Lunchtime [Pvt]

Midday had come frighteningly fast for Shirabe today. Perhaps it was how uneventful today had been at the Senkaimon, considering it was that time of year when most of the A-list Hollow-hunters were either already assigned or off duty. Most would say they were thankful for the break; the ashen-haired man who strode through the streets of Seireitei said otherwise. He craved the feeling of being useful to Seireitei, the place he had worked so hard to enter. It'd be a short lunch today, then back to the gates, just in case anyone important came by and needed to utilize a static Senkaimon.

Normally he'd have Tsuya, his best friend since the Academy, cook something up for him so he could eat it while on duty but Tsuya had been posted out in the Human World for four weeks, apparently kicking around in Northern Italy. Despite Shirabe's dedication to his job, he couldn't help but feel a small pang of jealousy. Regardless, this had been the place Tsuya had suggested, so it was where he'd go.

The outside looked very unassuming; bland, almost. Just a sign saying "Watatsumi Diner" in black kanji. Still, judging a book by it's cover was never particularly his style, he figured it was best to taste the food first then he could decide for himself if he'd come back for a second visit. With a few quick steps he was inside, pushing the door open and giving a small sigh as he realized all the tables were now full. Typical.

He noticed one table was occupied only by a woman sitting on her lonesome, which prompted him to walk over and place his finger on the table next to the seat he intended to take. As usual, he kept his voice flat but added a hint of an apologetic tone. In this sort of situation he'd just take the food to go and sit at the Senkaimon gate but making the walk back would make him feel so defeated; like the restaurant had beaten him somehow.

"Would you mind if I sat here, miss?"