Dante stood on a sidewalk, his head raised as he stared at the sign hanging over the entrance to a certain noodle shop. Though it was entirely unnecessary, he had his perception enhanced to the max, granting him more than enough time to let his thoughts wander.
Knowing he couldn't keep going like that for long, he exhaled the air trapped in his bionic lungs and relaxed his mind. The door slid open, and he walked inside, listening to the faint bell chime. It was already noon, so the place was full of people having their lunch. Dante could have sworn that it was never this busy in the past, even during rush hour.
"Well, well, well, look who's finally here."
Dante turned to the counter and found a small, old lady smirking at him. Her remark caused people to check, and some seemed to recognize him right away, their faces growing pale. Ignoring their look, Dante did his best to sound normal and walked in, smiling.
"Hey, old hag. I had some time, so I came to grab some grub."
