[ The momentary pause doesn't bother Mitsuru in the slightest. It gives her an opportunity to find her own footing as she peruses her own menu. She's been here before and has some idea of what she wants of course, but--
[ Oh.
[ Flustered as she was in making the arrangements, Mitsuru hadn't considered that the menu might be foreign to Yang. It was an embarassing oversight, and Mitsuru feels herself blush a little for the third time this evening. ]
My apologies ... [ She says, offering a self-deprecating smile of her own. ] I should have asked for your preferences before making the reservation.
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[ Oh.
[ Flustered as she was in making the arrangements, Mitsuru hadn't considered that the menu might be foreign to Yang. It was an embarassing oversight, and Mitsuru feels herself blush a little for the third time this evening. ]
My apologies ... [ She says, offering a self-deprecating smile of her own. ] I should have asked for your preferences before making the reservation.