Tokyo, Japan
The 38th Floor of the Regal Wisteria Shinagawa Hotel
The Same Day
Pamela sat alone, nervously tapping the table with her fingers and staring out at the nearly empty restaurant. The tapping of her fingers matched exactly with the shaking of her leg.
She eyed the door, but no one entered. No one had since she first arrived. The Japanese hostess was preoccupied with writing something down and wasn’t bothered by the lack of patrons.
Looking to her right, the only thing in view was the meticulously, modern open kitchen. The chefs didn’t seem busy but were talking amongst each other. To her left, Pamela noticed an elderly Japanese man with a small girl who was eating food and smiling at her grandfather. The thought relaxed Pamela but not as much as she needed.
Her watch
