(Dinner time arrives. Ahmed and Misaki arrive at the Tanaka family's home, carrying pots filled with dishes and sweets with care and love. The family welcomes them warmly, and there are genuine smiles on everyone's faces.) (29)
(The table is set in the living room, and the dishes begin to line up: Yemeni shakshuka takes the center of the table, and next to it are golden cakes, glistening basbousa, and carefully wrapped pieces of "Dubai" chocolate.)
(Everyone sits around the table, their eyes twinkling with curiosity and anticipation. They begin to taste... and the magic begins.)
(The flavor of tomatoes and eggs melts in their mouths, and the eyes of the little children sparkle as they bite into the cakes with delight. Even Mr. Tanaka, who rarely expresses himself, smiles with satisfaction and nods his head in admiration.)
Mr. Tanaka:
"I have never tasted anything like this before... It's simple, but full of soul."
Mrs. Tanaka (looking at Ahmed):
"I feel as if you have transported a piece of Yemen to Tokyo."
(Ahmed laughs shyly, and out of the corner of his eye, he catches Misaki's gaze—a different look, full of gratitude, pride, and warmth. She was not just looking at him as a clever young man or a friend, but as a person who was able to touch her family from the inside.)
(In the heart of that night, there was a table... and one family with different origins, gathered over food, but what truly brought them together... was love.)