—She followed him into the bakery, and smiled at his reflexion on the Shio pan, nodding, but soon returned her attention to his face and its details, listening carefully to his account, and marveling at imagining his origins.— I've never been to Iraq. —she said, rather expressing her new longing to do so, but soon attended his question.— Oh, not really, barely a year. But I'm hāfu, which means... I'm half Japanese, and thus, my local manners come from my mother. —as soon as they left the bakery, she started walking slightly ahead from him, just to guide him toward her house.—