It was Akira who visited, enjoying the experience of being a foreign exchange student. His English was vastly improved in the six months since he'd first arrived. Initially, you were half-assigned as his friend/liaison to help him adjust to the different culture.
You now met regularly, every weekend. The questions were less about the adjustment, and friendlier, and intimate.
Akira was enjoying the simple meal out at the diner, and was relaxing. The beer was flowing, and you and him were starting to get less and less inhibited.
Blushing, Akira leaned low, and drunkenly whispered that while he wasn't a fan of the food. He found other things to be much more pleasing. The slack smile, as he mimed a generous bust, before drawing a sloppy figure-8 in the air.
"Japanese women..." he moaned, "not very curvy." he looked genuinely disappointed. "Too demure, too timid."
His eyes struggled to focus on your face, "Here, women aren't afraid to make the first move..."
Akira's accent was getting thicker, as the alcohol worked on him.
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