IT'S NOT A DATE!
WHO: Ludwig and Feliciano
WHEN: Monday evening
WHERE: Haruhi's~
WHAT: Discussing... business... stuff, you know.
Ludwig shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to ignore the squeak of vinyl (or something like it) in the too small booths at Haruhi's. Everything about the Japanese restaurant was oddly small and neat, but he knew that this was considered minimal and not cheap, since even a trendy place like Haruhi's still had a distinct Japanese flair, the compactness and the inherent desire to keep things... natural. The loud pop-art on the walls sort of said otherwise.
There was, sadly, no wurst on the menu, but he hadn't exactly come here to eat. The main reason that he and Feliciano were both crammed a little too close for comfort into a small, squeaky booth was because he thought it would be good for the intern to spend as much time around the culture as possible before his trip. The secondary reason was because he wanted to make absolutely sure that he wasn't going to goof off with the rest of the staff being sent out to Tokyo during fashion week. He had even brought folders stuffed thickly with some of the briefing, Japanese tourist guides, and so on. Things that Feliciano had already received, but knowing him, had already conveniently misplaced, too.
Favouritism? Of course not... he was always the harshest on the Italian...
"-and these are instructions on how to use the camera you'll be given, although you're not getting a D40. Too expensive," he explained, although he failed to tack on and you're too likely to break it.