He could not remember what the man's favourite foods were so he concluded that it was only a coincidence. The staff left and they were all alone.
They both remained silent although it was easy to see that they both had a lot to say to each other. A heavy blanket of tension weighed heavily in the room but neither of them took the initiative to break the ice.
Their meal was served covering most of the table. Haruki stared with a glass of wine before eating a bit. When he felt satisfied, he relaxed and waited for the other man.
"Eat a bit more," Aiichiro softly suggested gesturing to the plates on the table. "I ordered so much for us."
Haruki glanced at the leftovers on the table but remained unmoving.
"Come on, don't make me feel like I made you lose your appetite," Aiichiro said with a tired sigh as he placed down his chopsticks and leaned backwards a bit.
"Why would you think that?" Haruki asked. His face was calm but he didn't bother to turn down the coldness in his tone.
