Yeah, that's good! [Ah, that's a relief...Yamaguchi doesn't have a car of his own, and was worried too late that Oikawa might ask him for a ride. Or worse, offer to come pick him up. Yamaguchi may not be well enough known to be a target to other gangs, but he's certainly not foolish enough to hand out his address casually, either.] I'll see you Saturday then, Sakeguchi-san.
[The rest of the week passes quickly enough, and sure enough, on Saturday Yamaguchi finds himself stepping nervously out of a taxi at the restaurant entrance at fifteen minutes to eight. He wonders if he should wait outside for Sakeguchi or if he's already inside. Glancing around Yamaguchi picks up on how the place looks fancy and surprisngly exclusive, which makes him feel a bit better about the dress shirt and formal slacks he's still got on from a lunch-business meeting earlier with Kiyoko and a few of their financial correspondents.
A moment's indecision passes, during which Yamaguchi remembers how nervous he is about this whole thing. To avoid the sick feeling in his stomach he pulls out his phone and starts texting to keep his hands busy.]
Hello, Sakeguchi-san. I'm here a bit early. Should I go on inside to ask the waitstaff for our table? [He hopes he isn't breaking some kind of etiquette rule here; Yamaguchi really is still not used to anything involving a heavy degree of formality.]
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[The rest of the week passes quickly enough, and sure enough, on Saturday Yamaguchi finds himself stepping nervously out of a taxi at the restaurant entrance at fifteen minutes to eight. He wonders if he should wait outside for Sakeguchi or if he's already inside. Glancing around Yamaguchi picks up on how the place looks fancy and surprisngly exclusive, which makes him feel a bit better about the dress shirt and formal slacks he's still got on from a lunch-business meeting earlier with Kiyoko and a few of their financial correspondents.
A moment's indecision passes, during which Yamaguchi remembers how nervous he is about this whole thing. To avoid the sick feeling in his stomach he pulls out his phone and starts texting to keep his hands busy.]
Hello, Sakeguchi-san. I'm here a bit early. Should I go on inside to ask the waitstaff for our table? [He hopes he isn't breaking some kind of etiquette rule here; Yamaguchi really is still not used to anything involving a heavy degree of formality.]