The decor is tasteful, the noise unremarkable. Most of the faces around the table are little families or little groups of friends.
Except one.
He’s younger than your average solo diner - by a lot.
His cheeks are chubby, his face pearly smooth, his tshirt an electric blue. And somehow, he’s escaped the lock of screens that hypnotize so many others of his age. Why distract yourself from the pleasure of eating?
He knows how to use his Sunday evenings.
Besides, he has an allowance, and isn’t going to waste it on Steam.
He can’t be more than 9 years old.
He’s a grown up little man who understands the finer things in life. Like going to enjoy sushi solo at the sushi-go-round on a cool Sunday evening.
11 stacked up plates later, he turns over a handful of bills to the cashier, and leaves the establishment. Maybe he will hit up the opera later, or take a thoughtful stroll in the park!