The water simmers, boils, and the light on the coffee pot blinks. Something clicks, turns off. An exhale, a breath.
Steam rises like a liquid, into his face, hot against his skin, as the water pours from the lip of the pot, into the styrofoam cup. The tiny peas and squares of carrots rise above the noodles, floating.
Covering the opening of the cup with a flat piece of cardboard, Naruto sits at the counter, in his wooden chair, staring through heavy eyelids at the wall. He watches as the light changes, as some cloud parts and the sunlight hits the wall at a sharper slant.
After three minutes, Naruto peels the cardboard off. He breathes in the steam. He smells the sodium, the pork, the broth. He breaks the chopsticks apart.
Itadakimasu!
