This restaurant was one of their favorites, though it's not one they frequented often. The reason? Raihan can't stand the cold of Circhester, the icy gales and snow going right through him every time regardless of the layers he packs on. Because of this, they were shy to visit this place, which typically saved for a special occasion, or when they haven't seen one another in a good chunk of time.
None of those were why they were here today, simply one of the rare times they made their way here just because. The food is amazing, and price? Well, prices mattered little to men like them.
Raihan had been dominating the conversation for most of the time there, a common occurrence where Leon hums and nods along as Raihan blabbers on and on with seemingly no hint of stopping. Eventually though he runs out of his story, and instead they focus on their food.
When Leon speaks, real eyes snap upwards to him. He can tell that whatever if about to be said was important, and swiftly he slurps a noodle up and into his mouth.
"Mmm," he mumbles around the food in his mouth, speeding through the chewing process to gulp down the noodles in order to offer a proper reply to his rival— no, his friend. His mind reels as he tries to think of what exactly Leon might have to talk to him about, certainly not work related or he'd have done it on the clock... So what?
Even though he says it's nothing bad, his mind instantly goes to the negatives, eyes sweeping over forearm and chest casually, though he can't see the scars that litter his skin, he doesn't need to. He knows they're there, but it's a casual sweep, fast enough that he's sure Leon won't realize what he's thinking about. It's a brisk glance, and then his eyes remeet Leon's steadily, golden and teal bridging to meet like the sunset over Hulbury's Bay.
"Uh, sure of course. What's on your mind?" Apprehension bleeds ever so slightly into his voice, unwillingly poisoning his tone with nerves.