Raikou had never been in a restaurant before, let alone one so ritzy, and it showed as she took a seat at the table dressed in a loud yellow blouse, black and white striped skirt, and black jacket.

Butterflies flew like the mightiest tempest within her as she waited.
Unable to focus long on anything, she'd gone from tapping her foot to using her fork and knife as a set of drumsticks, from gazing out the large bay windows to imagining all different outcomes she'd unleash on the public walking so far below if she decided to use her musical cutlery as projectile weapons instead of impromptu instruments.

Hopefully someone showed up soon before her decided to test her theories out in earnest.