"Sure," Osamu said. He didn't think of it as mooching, but whatever, if Hanamaki wanted to pay for the next one, he wasn't going to fight it.

In about five minutes, their food was out. He handed Hanamaki his and led him to the food truck manned by the idiot. It wasn't busy, and he saw the idiot make a face at him. Osamu gave him a rude hand gesture and sat at the table far enough away from the truck but in direct eyesight.