[He looks around at the tables. The front ones, by the big picture window, call to him, but his ninja instincts get the deciding vote and he goes for the shadowy booth in the back corner.]
[He cracks the soda open, drinks some, and sighs in contentment.]
My first restaurant trip. [He raises his soda can.] Cheers, brother.
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[He cracks the soda open, drinks some, and sighs in contentment.]
My first restaurant trip. [He raises his soda can.] Cheers, brother.