She told me to meet her at the sushi bar we often confuse with home. Kawasaki (not his real name, but don’t tell his boss) always experiments on us, putting a new roll on the plate for us to pop like calorie-free pills. Isn’t sushi soooooooo good? We forget it’s food!
And so does he. To Kawasaki sushi is art. Poor chef had no idea he was handling the most powerful thing in the world.