Anyway, I'm particularly pleased with this paragraph and I think it gives my potential readers an idea of what to expect from Part Two of the book:
He falls silent again and continues with his noodles. I look away for a brief moment, and watch the streetlights flicker outside and the bicycles whisk by. I've decided I do not like watching people eat: how the food disappears into those dark, shuttering holes, followed by the nauseating sounds of chewing and swallowing. That's absurd. How people consume their food. I then stare at his glass of beer, which obscures and distorts the Aloha shirt he's wearing, and I realize how our culture is slowly consuming this country. Our language consuming theirs. And soon our military may consume their land.