It was quiet unexpected, Nozomi taking Saitama out to dinner. She had said he had earned a nice meal for all his hard work. Genos was at the doctor’s and Miranda was doing research at home, which left the two of them. Saitama knew better than to pass up a free meal, however he did feel bad for making her pay. He made a note to try and save up enough to treat her to something too.
The place they were going was out of his price at the moment. At least they let him in without making him put on a suit and tie. He just had his hoodie, plain white shirt, and a pair of slacks. Nozomi was dressed much nicer, a pink frilled blouse and black dress pants. He figured her more refined look got them in.
They were lead to a table in the back, away from most of the other customers. This was when Saitama started to notice things getting odd. A waiter came over, but didn’t take their orders; he just lit candles on their table.