Bianca takes Jotaro to see a movie and talks about Italian food.

"Want to go see a movie?" Jotaro glanced over toward Bianca as they walked away from the school together. "There's that American movie theater not far from here, right? You seem like the kind of guy who'd be into that."

The following few weeks from their first encounter proved to be interesting for the two of them. It was hard to really call them friends, per se, given how casual their interactions had been. They rarely spoke of anything much deeper than interesting articles in magazines, assignments in class, or bizarre weather phenomena when they decided to leave the building at the same time. Sometimes they didn't even speak at all, simply having grown used to the other's presence as they made the short walk toward the street before parting ways.

Today, however, Bianca tried something a bit different. They'd gotten to a place of relative comfort with each other, so why not make an effort to turn this burly man into a friend? Truth be told, she didn't have too many of those in Japan right now, and the thought of someone as big and intimidating having her back as she continued to get her bearings in an unfamiliar country was a reassuring image.

She received no response at first, not an entirely unexpected result. "No problem if you don't want to. You just kind of always gave off that Clint Eastwood vibe, so I thought you might be a fan of our movies."

Normally, Jotaro would continue to ignore her, maybe even give a firm no to the situation. But now she'd just compared him to one of his favorite movie stars and things got a bit more complicated. It was a pretty nice thing to say, so he almost felt obligated to throw her a bone today. Weighing his options between heading home (homework, reading about dolphins) and going to the theater (sitting through previews, almost certainly being mistaken for a couple), there seemed to be a clear winner. And yet…

"Fine," he said gruffly. "What's playing?"

"That new movie Goodfellas, I think. Kind of surprised since it only came out this year. Figured it usually took longer." She laughed. "Probably seems kind of stereotypical, me being Italian and all. And, no, my family's not in the mob, you don't have to ask."

"Wasn't going to," he said. To be perfectly honest, the thought hadn't even crossed his mind before. Either way, people were more than just who their family was and they deserved a chance to prove that. Hell, even the child of someone as evil as DIO would deserve that kind of chance, not that anyone like that existed beyond the realm of the hypothetical.

"Imagine if it was your family that was the mob," she said, still laughing at the idea.

"They're not," he replied, unable to detect the sarcasm in her statement. "As far as I know, the shadiest person in my family is my grandfather. He works in real estate in New York."

"Maybe we've met before, then," she joked.

Of course, Jotaro assumed she was being serious. "You might. Joestar Realty is pretty big."

She came to a halt upon hearing that name, Jotaro swearing he could almost hear a cartoonish tire-squeal as she did. "Hold on now. Are you saying you're related to the Joestars?"

"Guess I never mentioned it before," he said, acting as if it was no big deal.

"Your family must be loaded. No wonder you can just skip class all the time."

"That's family business," he said sternly. "If it was up to me, I'd show up more." He was being quite a bit more talkative today compared to most others. Not even just talkative but a lot more open about himself and his private life. If she didn't know any better, she might even think he was starting to trust her.

"Only 'family business' I've ever been a part of was a lemonade stand with my cousins. You know we were selling something good when the cops showed up and started arresting people." Frustratingly, she decided to end the story there rather than expand on any of the clearly much-needed details, Jotaro unsure of how to ask her to continue. He was mostly just trying to understand how one thing led to the other.

It wasn't much longer until they reached the upscale theater, the movie in question indeed being shown there. They bought their tickets from a very tired attendant and headed towards concessions to grab some popcorn. "I've never been here before," Bianca said. "Do you think they'll have subtitles over the English or have it dubbed in Japanese?"

"Either one's fine," he said. "I speak English well enough."

"Guess you would if you've got family in America." Reaching the counter, she asked the woman staffing, "One large popcorn and two colas, please." She noticed Jotaro stiffen slightly after that. "What's wrong?"

"I don't like the idea of sharing one bag of popcorn," he explained. "Seems crowded. Besides, what if we touched each other by mistake? Have you even washed your hands recently? You opened the door to this place with your left hand, so you should at least not use that one."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine." She signaled to the worker as she was shoveling corn into a bag. "Excuse me, could you split that between two bags?"

"I guess this isn't a date," she said with a small laugh, the two of them looking to each other as a wave of discomfort hit them all at once. Regardless, they'd gotten what they wanted and headed into the darkened room to watch the movie. It was, in fact, subtitled.

Approximately two hours later, they emerged from the theater back onto the street. Bianca felt somewhat guilty for seemingly pushing Jotaro into this, having gotten the feeling he was kind of bored during the whole proceedings. He kept a straight face during the entire screening, even during the shocking bits. Once the credits began to roll, he stood up almost immediately, too, though that could have just been for the sake of needing to move around.

"Sorry if that wasn't your thing," she said, placing a cigarette between her lips and having it lit in a flash by Jotaro as he'd taken to doing for her.

"It was pretty good," he said, surprising her. "The way they used music was impressive."

"Definitely. I think my favorite part was where they were cooking in prison, though. Kind of reminded me of my family reunions. I always helped my mom cook before it went down." She nudged him in the side. "Hey, come over next weekend and I'll make you something like that. I've been needing an excuse to cook a real meal lately." Gesture of kindness or not, she'd been living off takeout and cup ramen out of convenience for way too long to let the motivation for a home cooked meal slip away.

He reacted to that suggestion a bit like a cat that had just been cornered. Going to a movie was one thing, but coming over for dinner? "No," he said bluntly.

"What? I'm real good at cooking. It's not a problem."

"I don't like the idea of you cooking for me. This was already too close to a date."

She blew a long, exaggerated raspberry and started to laugh. "Come on. I don't want to date you. I barely even know anything about you. Besides, you're kind of a weirdo, and a jerk sometimes, and you disappear all the time without telling anyone, and what's with your hat? It's-"

"I get it," he said, adding a, "Good grief," with a small shake of his head. "Fine, we can eat together. Just don't try anything."

"You wish," she said, quickly lying, "And anyway, I already have a boyfriend back in America. He's, like, way more attractive than you. Taller, too."

"Congratulations," he said dryly.

Despite appearances from before, it was starting to become harder to tell whether their relationship had progressed at all.

Decided to put this up pretty shortly after the last one. Might even go ahead and post all of these in the span of about a month. I don't think it'll last very long.

Might be pushing believability that they can be watching Goodfellas in Japan less than a month since it came out in America, but it seemed appropriate given both their interests and I needed an excuse to lead into the next chapter. I know a lot of theaters get stuff not too long after they come out these days, but I couldn't tell you how it worked back in 1990. This wouldn't be the first time historical events weren't presented in a truthful way in this franchise, though.

Could you imagine what it would be like if DIO had a kid? Or even multiple kids? That's a pretty fucked up thought. Still, Jotaro seems like a cool guy. I bet any hypothetical child would be given the chance to prove their lack of ill-intent before they got taken out. You could probably write a whole series about someone like that. Wonder if Araki's ever thought to do so.

I figure Jotaro's experiences traveling to Cairo taught him to be wary of food. He won't eat anything he hasn't watched be prepared or can't verify the origin of anymore. In that way, it's kind of a big thing he'd be willing to trust Bianca to cook for him. Wonder if that'll mean anything later on.

All I've got for now. Look for the next chapter fairly soon. Thanks for reading. Always remember to not use too many onions in the sauce.