Everything about it satisfied her.
First, the word itself, Sushi! It rolled off the tongue complete with satisfaction, along with what she consumed, the sushi itself. Like all the best dishes from around the world, its origins are probably hidden in the midst of the past, a situation of poverty and desperation, that rose through the ranks of society until today, thousands of people around the world pay extortionate amounts of cash in order to eat raw fish.
That is a good question, she thought to herself. How come something that is raw, costs so much. In fact, why is fish expensive, full stop? However, this puzzle only momentarily occupied her mind as she nibbled on a piece of Gari. Etiquette required her to eat the ginger between each dish in order to cleanse her palette or something like that.
But it was not just the food, it was the company that made Sushi so special. For you see, it is an event. You don't just grab Sushi, despite the democratisation of the glamorous lifestyle. You make time for Sushi. She made time for Sushi. And there was a reason why. A good reason? Well that depended on who's point of view you were looking at. For her it certainly was not a good reason, but that did not matter. It felt good, to be sitting in a restaurant, looking out as the city walked by. It may be spring, but the nights were still cold enough and long enough to make it feel more than pleasant when sitting inside with a special someone.
She took a look in his eyes. For the moment he was busy wolfing down the sushi. He was not worried about etiquette or the finer thoughts of sushi. It was a simple way to fill up for him.
There was something fulfilling about the whole evening. Ther company, the mist filled windows, the Sushi. Another night was passing her by, and she had to make a decision. But first, where was the soy sauce...