{Akama smiled in relief as his eyes finally lay on the sign of "Shibuya Diner". Hailing from the countryside Akama was definitely a stranger to the greater Tokyo area. Yet this little nook between a wall and a pharmacy now belonged to him. All it took was the death of his grandfather and off he was sent to claim ownership of the property. Knowing these facts Akama still couldn't believe that he was here in the actual big city. He was almost even cowed by the sleek red entryway in front of him hinting at an even nicer establishment up the stairs.} C'mon Akama you can do this. {In spite of his personal feelings Akama began to climb the steps after a personal cheer. He knew he was tasked with his grandfather's legacy and he refused to run. Thus opening the glass doors at the top of the steps he was met with...} {A huge dining space that was an odd mix of old and new. Many sleek looking booths filled the area with plush seats and a standard wooden table. Yet they were separated by crossed sections of wood that provided a sort of barrier while allowing people to still look around. The place itself was dimly lit with a few lights at the top and lamps next to each table. Creating a calming atmosphere that was rare among most bustling shibuya cafes. Random assortments of paintings, paddles, and even sections of brick wall aligned against the many booths. To finish the effect was a standard counter with stool chairs and equipment behind it.} {Akama relaxed as he inspected this area feeling more at home then he did the last few hours wandering Shibuya.} Haha my grandfather had good taste. Lucky me. {Feeling as if he fit in once more Akama finally flipped the close sign to open on the door and waited for patrons. He was never one for wasting time willy nilly, Not when he had a job to carry out.}