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Searching for Umi
I finally landed the job I had been working toward for months. It is downtown! I was making great money, finally. I figured it was easier to eat out every night than to shop, cook, and clean up each night. At least for now. I loved MOFU and City Market Sushi the best. But I loved all food.
The story of City Market Sushi is a strange one. The first time I walked in a very attractive American girl came and asked me if I would like a drink. She said her name was Willow. She seemed out of place. The only American waitress and very attractive in a subtle way.
I ordered a glass of red wine. I don’t believe you must have white wine with this and a red with that. Just more stupid rules. I order what I want, not what some stupid guy in a magazine tells me I should have. I like red wine. Period. I did look forward to getting to know Willow though!
Willow dropped the wine off in front of me and said. “I’ll give you some more time and I will be back to take your order.” I glanced up as she walked away — very nice.
Willow never came back. I just sipped my less than average wine. Then, out of nowhere, a very petite, not unattractive, Japanese woman appeared. She bowed her head respectfully and dropped a gorgeous bowl of Tuna Poke in front of me as she said: “I am Umi.” She then vanished. I tried to say, “Wait, wait, Umi. I didn’t order this.” But she…
