“No, we should continue walking,” he sniffed, gesturing back to the street they'd come from. “Such a fine evening shouldn't be spent in a parking lot. There's a beautiful park nearby, one that was in the green renewal project. We'll eat there.”
It was not a suggestion, but the words were framed politely enough that they could appear as such. Turning to Laura, he gave her a slight bow, before he turned and marched for the Taiyaki stand. It wasn't busy, so his fried morsel would be in his hands sooner rather than later.