"Yes, that's right. I did grow up in Tokyo, and only moved to Canada after my racing career was over," Haruka explains, easily addressing Michiru's first question while they both pick at the crab cakes. "So that was about five years ago, now."

"And why did you choose to come here?"

"I find the people to be very...friendly," Haruka answers with a smirk. "And the Pacific Rim location and generous tax breaks help."

"I see. And how did you come to start your own luxury car brand?"

"Well, Miss Kaioh, if you had done your research, you'd know that I was supported by some wealthy benefactors, one lady in particular, in starting my company. And that it was an easy decision to create a car company, seeing as vehicles are both my passion and my area of expertise."

"You can call me Michiru, really. So in the last few years, you've been able to build up Tenoh Motors as a leader in your industry and -"

"In only five years, I've established Tenoh Motors as the premier luxury car company on the planet."

"Now Ms. Tenoh, you know that I'm adding 'arrogant' and 'impatient' to your character portrait here?" Michiru is enjoying herself, relishing the many opportunities to tease this corporate titan and try to get under her skin.

"Call me Haruka, I insist. And I'm sure you know from your psychology background that it takes a certain degree of confidence and self-promotion to be successful at anything in this world."

"My, my, Haruka. You've done your homework. I shudder to think what else you know about me."

"I'd have to say that your online profile was far too brief, though it told me enough to get a sense of who you are. Now your father's online presence is another matter. Quite the business tycoon himself, isn't he?"

"No comment about my father. But do you really think my profile is too brief?"

"It was barely more than the basics, Michiru. I would have expected more personality, more pizzazz, on a writer's page. It was so boring that I didn't want to Connect with you."

"What a shame," Michiru replies. "But don't you think connecting in person is better anyway?" With that, the aqua-haired girl stares knowingly into her dinner companion's eyes, teasing her with wordless possibilities. "Anyway, you're trying to distract me from my questions. Tell me how your hybrid motorcycles are doing."

"Sales have been strong, particularly amongst the Hollywood types. Seems that an environmentally friendly motorcycle is the hottest new thing."

"That makes sense. The rich and fabulous must love their toys."

"Oh, they most certainly do..." That train of thought is cut off with the arrival of fish and pasta at the table. "Bon appetit."

"Not so fast. Tell me about your family. You are adopted, correct?"

"Yes, my natural parents passed away when I was very young. But my adoptive parents have provided me with everything that I've needed in life, both financially and emotionally."

"Any brothers or sisters?"

"Only child, I'm afraid."

"No wonder you're so spoiled." Michiru's eyes light up at yet another opportunity to push Haruka's buttons. This is almost too easy.

"Oh darling, you have no idea..." It is Haruka's turn to look amused. "Now, let's eat, shall we?"