Yukaia was waiting outside. Serebek put his arm around her waist and led her to his silver car. He cut on 'Hotel California,' a rock song.

"So, this is what you listen to? Rock? I listen to some rock and some pop." Yukaia looked at Serebek. "Also, what's your ethnicity? My father's English, and my mother's Japanese."

"I'm Japanese and Ingush. My late father's Japanese; my mother's Ingush." Serebek stopped at a 50's-style restaurant, called 'Louie's'.

They were seated immediately. "I think I'll take me a cheeseburger without the mayonnaise, add mustard please, with cheesesticks."

"And I'll take the same but with ranch instead of mustard," Yukaia chimed in "with fries."

"I'm glad I could spend time with you. So, how's counseling?" Yukaia's Ingush beau asked.

"Not too bad, except I get cat-called from time to time. Sometimes, I wish my butt wasn't so big at times." Yukaia sighed. "But since you know how to treat a lady, it can be all yours when we get to your place." 

"Okay." Serebek got nervous; he never got intimate before. An old, flat, white lady passed the two their food. "I've been in Japan for a while. How long have you two been here?"

"Since birth," the couple both said.

"I see. Enjoy your food." She walked off.

A couple Japanese men were wolf-whistling at Yukaia; she got annoyed by them. "Mind doing something about those two? They're sexually-harassing me."

Serebek went to them. "You know, it's impolite to cat-call other people's women."

One of them taunted, "I can slap your girlfriend on the ass, and you won't do shit about it!"

"Go ahead, and you both will be needing a surgeon." Serebek got in defence mode, ready to slide the two ruffians with his mixed martial arts skills. The two men got quiet and left as the Ingush warrior glared at them for a bit. 

Serebek sat back down and ate his cheesesticks, making a cheese pull. "No man's gonna disrespect you while I'm with you."