Frankie walked down the corridor, going to the host club, as per usual. He usually went here, his family were usually too busy to care if he came home for lunch. So, he went to his school's host club. He tried to make friends there, usually. He mainly chose people who were as rich as him, or richer, because he was too arrogant to care about people of a lower class than him. Except, however, the Yakuza. They interested him. There wasn't really a mob family as such in London, in the whole of England really. Or, at least, he didn't know about one.
Frankie walked into the room of the host club, and saw that a Yakuza girl, Hajime, had already arrived, and had sat on a sofa on her own. Frankie walked over to it, and sat down, pulling a lunchbox out of his bag, and opening it, revealing a mixture of sushi, and some English food such as sandwiches, and scones.
Frankie pulled out half of a scone, put some jam and cream on it, and then offered it to Hajime, "Want some?" he asked in Japanese, but still with a slight British accent, "It's quite good"
Frankie walked into the room of the host club, and saw that a Yakuza girl, Hajime, had already arrived, and had sat on a sofa on her own. Frankie walked over to it, and sat down, pulling a lunchbox out of his bag, and opening it, revealing a mixture of sushi, and some English food such as sandwiches, and scones.
Frankie pulled out half of a scone, put some jam and cream on it, and then offered it to Hajime, "Want some?" he asked in Japanese, but still with a slight British accent, "It's quite good"
