The black mustang came to a rest outside of a cafe somewhere in the center of Neo-Tokyo. The driver's side door opened and produced Ishka, his stature being nearly 6'9, from the small seating arrangement within the dark car. He turned around and pushed the glasses that were half way on his nose up and inhaled slowly. His chest expanded with the action.
"Smells good. Lets hope it tastes good", the man with dark, short hair said aloud as he closed the car door with a gently slam.
Stepping around the vehicle Ishka patted the hood and winked at the windshield of the Mustang.
"Keep watch Betsy..."
The man turned around, entered the cafe and looked around to see who all was within it. A few people in the corner that look like they were eating already, an old woman at the front with a small dog in her purse, and a waiter that was pacing the store looking for the next piece of trash to land any moment. Ishka let out a slow breath and walked over to the front of the counter. He was interested in roast beef at the moment.
"How can I help you today?"
He turned and nodded to the woman behind the counter. She looked tired and her hands were raw from cutting meat all day. He looked up at the menu and smiled.
"I'll have a philly cheese steak please. With extra mayo too."
He winked at the woman causing her blush slightly as she punched in the total on the cash register.
"That will be 7.50. Will you be paying cash or plastic?"
Ishka tilted his head towards the end of her question. Plastic...
"I'll be paying cash thank you...", he said as he handed her a few papers and coins from his jacket's pocket.
She nodded and started to sort through the register to acquire change for the man ordering.
"Dont worry about it. Keep the change."
She stopped what she was doing and proceeded to give him his receipt. He nodded as he retrieved his receipt and began to turn around to find a seat. A soft click was heard suddenly behind the counter. Ishka allowed a slow inhale and closed his eyes for a second to attune to his surroundings. It was merely an oven signaling it was done. He exhaled with a hurry and opened his eyes. Finding a seat by a window, he sat within the booth and waited for his order to be made. His eyes scanned the street outside occasionally falling onto the black mustang that was resting towards the corner of the busy street. It was odd to see a street with people walking on it. Neo-Tokyo was beginning to grow poplar it seemed.
