He was a little surprised that the woman in front of him was taller, but then again he probably shouldn’t have been since most Westerners were taller, including the females. “You’re welcome.” The ways she was acting caused him to smile a bit. With how energetic she was it reminded him of his younger sister. His English wasn’t the best, but he tried to follow what she was saying to him. For the most part he understood what she was saying. This was one of the few times he was thankful that he had taken his ex-manager’s advice.

When Artifex moved to get the pieces of food out of his hair he instinctively took a step back. “No, harm done,” his words sounded disjointed as if he wasn't quite sure he was staying the right thing. His dark eyes looked down at the woman’s hand before taking it. "I am Fujiwara Takumi.” While he was speaking he hoped that his English was correct. No sooner had the two introduced themselves than they were being ushered over to a table. This made the young man confused. Once in a seat he looked at the man who had ushered them to the table. Listening, he only understood half of what he man had told them. At least it was enough to get the jest of what was going on. Clearly he had succeeded in being almost too late to get food.