[I was a guy.]
...I was walking on platforms that turned vertically. Part of a visiting group, we had to travel to the other side of the rotating bridge. At the end of the path was an island with a traditional Japanese air. The path was difficult but I eventually reached the end. I was one of the last in the group to make it to the other side. Waiting there, was man, in his mid-twenties, asian -(chinese/japanese?), holding up sushi and other foods for me. As the rest of the visiting group ate, the man secretly offered some American food like chicken nuggets and little hotdogs. Before I could grab some, the man's father, owner of the island,