Aug 27, 2024 14:29:28 GMT
Post by nami on Aug 27, 2024 14:29:28 GMT
Tokyo was always a hustle and bustle of pedestrian traffic, all manner of people coming and going. People in suits, the latest gothic fashion, over-the-top costumes, more casual clothes, and even some folks going around in animal themed onesies. It was much more lively and crowded and different than back in Iya Valley. Well, some parts of Iya were a popular tourist area these days but she was from a cozy little part tucked away in the hills that barely had a hundred people in it. There was always some new and unfamiliar face here in Tokyo.
"Enjoy!" Nami declared with a beaming, big grin on her face as she handed over a fresh, piping hot serving of okonomiyaki to a customer. "If you like it come back for another any time!"
Her food cart was one of the older style ones, mostly made of wood and with fold-out counterspace and a big wooden block for a brake under the wheels. There was a big hand-written 'Yatta! Yatai' sign up on top of the little roof the cart had with a big thumbs up doodle on the corner. She was often out and about all over Tokyo selling Okonomiyaki so she wasn't a rare sight. Still, with how big and busy Tokyo was it wasn't unusual for people to have never seen her before either. Which was always fun, since they tended to be delightfully surprised by her old style cart compared to the much more modern food micro-trucks that most vendors like her used these days.
Humming to herself as she scraped away and wiped down the grill top to get ready for another customer, a small group in suits approached - popped collars, rolled sleeves. From the corner of her eyes she noted bits of tattoos on their arms and necks. Not one of Gramps friends, one of the other less-friendly yakuza groups. Were they here to try to get a message to gramps or one of his friends? She hated running errands, it was so boring half the time, so she hoped it'd be short if so.
"Oi, woman." The 'greeting' prompted a tip of her head and a smile from Nami, ignoring the rude attitude for now as she gave a louder 'Hmm?' to acknowledge their presence while she worked. "All the food trucks around here have to pay a sales fee. Now, you probably didn't know so we'll let you-" "This is a cart, not a truck." Nami cut him off with a raised finger and a laugh, getting a few snickers from the other yakuza. Apparently the man didn't have a sense of humor though, squaring his jaw and harshly slamming his hands on the counter as he leaned forward with enough force to make the cart shake and Nami had to scramble to quickly stop some bottles from falling over. "Are you an idiot? A food truck is a food truck, even if it's an old rickety piece of junk like this. And rules are rules, you sell here you pay up, got it?"
Nami blinked at the man, then at the others with him. To an observer it probably looked like she was stunned. In reality, she was simply speechless at how stupid this guy was. He wasn't even here to start a gang fight or anything, he just thought she was a normal vendor and trying to brute-force some protection money out of her! She didn't even pay legal fees, why the hell would she pay this idiot?
"Enjoy!" Nami declared with a beaming, big grin on her face as she handed over a fresh, piping hot serving of okonomiyaki to a customer. "If you like it come back for another any time!"
Her food cart was one of the older style ones, mostly made of wood and with fold-out counterspace and a big wooden block for a brake under the wheels. There was a big hand-written 'Yatta! Yatai' sign up on top of the little roof the cart had with a big thumbs up doodle on the corner. She was often out and about all over Tokyo selling Okonomiyaki so she wasn't a rare sight. Still, with how big and busy Tokyo was it wasn't unusual for people to have never seen her before either. Which was always fun, since they tended to be delightfully surprised by her old style cart compared to the much more modern food micro-trucks that most vendors like her used these days.
Humming to herself as she scraped away and wiped down the grill top to get ready for another customer, a small group in suits approached - popped collars, rolled sleeves. From the corner of her eyes she noted bits of tattoos on their arms and necks. Not one of Gramps friends, one of the other less-friendly yakuza groups. Were they here to try to get a message to gramps or one of his friends? She hated running errands, it was so boring half the time, so she hoped it'd be short if so.
"Oi, woman." The 'greeting' prompted a tip of her head and a smile from Nami, ignoring the rude attitude for now as she gave a louder 'Hmm?' to acknowledge their presence while she worked. "All the food trucks around here have to pay a sales fee. Now, you probably didn't know so we'll let you-" "This is a cart, not a truck." Nami cut him off with a raised finger and a laugh, getting a few snickers from the other yakuza. Apparently the man didn't have a sense of humor though, squaring his jaw and harshly slamming his hands on the counter as he leaned forward with enough force to make the cart shake and Nami had to scramble to quickly stop some bottles from falling over. "Are you an idiot? A food truck is a food truck, even if it's an old rickety piece of junk like this. And rules are rules, you sell here you pay up, got it?"
Nami blinked at the man, then at the others with him. To an observer it probably looked like she was stunned. In reality, she was simply speechless at how stupid this guy was. He wasn't even here to start a gang fight or anything, he just thought she was a normal vendor and trying to brute-force some protection money out of her! She didn't even pay legal fees, why the hell would she pay this idiot?
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