They end up in a hole, so small and hidden in the wall that it's not easy for people to see the ramen shop that's tucked in there in plain sight.
It might be small, in fact, it can't hold more than ten people inside, but gods, their food is absolutely to die for.
Day is moaning as his taste buds experience heaven, eyes closing as he chews, feeling like it's Christmas. "This is what I imagine sex to be like," he blurts, and in turn, makes Travis almost choke on his water, before he composes himself.
"What?"
"sex," Day waves his fork. "I imagine it's what it's like, because fuck, this bowl of heaven is just peak. I have never tasted anything this good in my life."
"You have a gourmet chef at home. How does that happen?"
"Well, with the strict diet and everything, my taste buds are like those of a bunny. I eat so many greens I might as well be one."
"Eat well then, little bunny," Travis smirks, watching how Day's ears turn red. "It does have a nice ring to it."
