Until he arrived at the Korean street restaurant, he hadn’t understood his Tinder match’s choice for their first date.
She was no more Asian than him, and he was Dutch. Yes, he enjoyed authentic ethnic cuisine; no, he hadn’t heard of this restaurant; yes, he appreciated new experiences.
The restaurant was literally in the street, people walking behind close enough for him to detect their distinct smell. The abundant daylight meant they’d see each other clearly, and being in public meant less chance either would attempt something untoward.
He sat, admiring her decision and hoping the food was equally good.
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