A vegetarian non smoking cold-weather-loving feministic lesbian stands in a steaming-hot all-smoking fried pork restaurant in downtown summertime Tokyo.
So long for the vegetarian non smoking cold-weather lover.
She puzzles over the kanji and kana while her friends order whatever has pork in it. She feels misplaced. She feels culture shock. She feels like crying. She feels like she'd need a good slap.
An old Japanese man approaches. He smiles like a young man approaching a young lady. He sits next to her. She feels wary.
He helps her with her order. He actually invites her for lunch. She still feels wary. He looks at her. He says: "You American?". She says: "No, French." He says: "Ah, French!". He looks at her intently. He says: "You are pretty. You look like an actress."