“Buongiorno!”
a man approaching me says excitedly. Being mistaken for an Italian person
was the last thing I expected while walking to Tsukiji this morning.
“B-buongiorno!”
I respond, jovially.
There
was a pause as we both tried to think of something else to say, he in his
excitement of spotting another Italian in Tokyo, and me in my surprise of being
mistaken for an Italian person in Tokyo.
We
stutter and smile, both finally speaking as we walk past each other.
“Ciao!”
in unison.
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