[Nanako definitely can hear the big guy guffawing loudly from her spot at the table, and tries hard not to stare - because that's rude - but it's so hard. He's so loud, and she's never really seen an American before, hailing from Japan herself. Nanako is curious, are they really so loud all the time like that? How come she can understand him? Is he actually speaking Japanese - do schools in America teach that, too, like their schools teach English?
She picks at her food every now and again - having no dad around to tell her not to play with it is kind of liberating - but always seems to turn her head or her gaze at the blond man and his big smile and crow-like laughter. Any time she even feels their gazes meet, though, Nanako stares down into her place again and shoves a bite into her mouth, or picks up her glass of juice and pretends to drink.
Man, she really wishes her dad or big brother were here...or anyone she knew. These people are kinda scary...]
Fourth of July
She picks at her food every now and again - having no dad around to tell her not to play with it is kind of liberating - but always seems to turn her head or her gaze at the blond man and his big smile and crow-like laughter. Any time she even feels their gazes meet, though, Nanako stares down into her place again and shoves a bite into her mouth, or picks up her glass of juice and pretends to drink.
Man, she really wishes her dad or big brother were here...or anyone she knew. These people are kinda scary...]