[CENTER][COLOR=orange][B]"CHINO"[/B][/COLOR][h1][color=orange][b]YOJI LARA CELESTINO[/b][/color][/h1]
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[color=darkorange]♦[/color] [b]Time[/b]: Afternoon 
[color=darkorange]♦[/color] [b]Location[/b]: Central Point - [i]Entre Dos Islas[/i] 
[color=darkorange]♦[/color] [b]Interaction:[/b] [@Baraquiel] [@Pilatus] 
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4938163]Link[/url] to Yoji’s character bio.[/center]

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The dichotomy between the next two customers didn’t go unnoticed by Yoji. The first one was alluring in her own right, a red-headed foreigner with a distinct French accent. She seemed as free flowing as the gentle breeze, with a genuine curiosity which may have drawn her to his out-of-the-ordinary establishment in the first place. 

“Bonjour!” He replied back with a grin, then said, “Bon Choix!” To her choice for the Teofilo Tonkatsu.

“That’ll be 4.00. Would you like this to-go, or do you prefer to eat here? Either way, you’re free to wait over at the dining section on the other side.”

The next customer was a blonde woman who carried herself with a confident authority. She wasted no time in the transaction. She knew what she wanted to order, paid the 4 dollars, then took a seat in the dining section. As she did, the previous three customers Yoji had chatted with, cleaned up their mess and politely made room for the new patrons.  

“Come back again my friends! Entre Dos Islas is always at this location!” Yoji said aloud, the tinge of a very slight Cubano accent seeping in as it always did when his voice went at a higher register. He focused his attention back to his new customers. 

“Your orders should be out in a bit!” Yoji said to each of them, glancing over to Ernesto and James, who were working the kitchen with ease. “My little elves over here are working their magic today!” 

Both of them playfully cursed at Yoji, then nodded with a smile at the two ladies. Yoji poured iced water into two ceramic cups, then set them with straws in front of both customers. The colorful ceramics had Entre Dos Islas worded vertically in a graffiti-styled font, connecting the Cuban and Japanese Island pieces together, each end wrapping around to the other side, into the handle of the cup. 

Yoji stared at his own craftsmanship for a split second, noting their imperfections like he always did. The cups’ design was the food truck logo, shone with better artistic flair on the chest of Yoji’s blue work shirt, which was also his creation. The artistic perfectionist in him thought it all sucked, but his uncle loved it. He grinned at the memory of arguing with uncle Hanjiro over the whole ordeal. [i]I better check up on him on my next break...[/i] 

“So, are you ladies having a nice weekend so far?” Yoji asked, his hazel eyes shifting between them. “Any fun plans?”   

He loved starting group conversations with unacquainted customers. It was a great way to find out about a lot of things in what little time he shared with them. [/i][/indent][/indent]