"...Anyhow, it's good to see that you don't seem to have any problems. Remember, you're not alone in this town, kiddo. Takes a village to raise a child... Or something like that. My memory isn't as good as it could be." the old man finished, handing Daichi a tray with his order, along with the spare change left in the corner of the tray itself.

"Of course, of course." Daichi nodded, a slight smile on his face as he lifted the tray off the counter. "Thanks for the food."

With that said, Daichi bowed his head slightly towards him before turning to the street nearby. 

"...Huh. Didn't expect paper-girl to be the type to eat out." he muttered to himself before shrugging and walking over to take a seat at one of the tables before noticing an unfamiliar face nearby.

"...Well, dad would probably gut me alive or something if he knew that I wasn't trying to talk to people while I was out..." he rationalized to himself as he walked over to take a seat near the girl with the beret instead.

"Hey, haven't seen you around here before." he said, placing his food down on the table before sliding into his seat. "Place is usually pretty empty around this time, I think, so I guess that it might be better coming here now for breakfast... Probably."

"Kawamoto. Daichi Kawamoto. It's a pleasure."

Internally, though, Daichi was pounding away at a wall. God, introductions were always the weirdest thing [i]ever[/i] to him. They always felt AWKWARD; how the hell did his father deal with this all the time?