Who: Hikaru and Keichi When: The day after the Festival Where: The Sushi Bar! Rating: PG-13 at Most Status: Incomplete
First day on the job at the Realtor's office as a full blown realtor, and already he was late by five minutes, greeted by two stacks of paperwork on his desk. Dressed in a full Armani suit, black no less, white shirt and a red tie, he dropped his briefcase beside his desk and sat down groaning. Going over every detail with each paper, making sure things were signed in the right places, notaries stamped on each letterhead, addresses and names checked out and background checks made, the clock on the wall already blared at 1pm.
No breakfast. . .no coffee, nothing. He was working on an empty stomach. Rolling his eyes at the sound of a protesting stomach, he placed his hand on his torso and slid it down, loosening his tie just a little. Standing up, he lifted his briefcase again and took it with him out the door. Honestly, if anyone laid their eyes on the contents of his briefcase, it would put himself into a LOT of shit.
Remembering there was a sushi bar down the street, his brain instantly worked on what he was going to order as he walked down the sidewalk past blaring horns, and looking around his surroundings, taking ni every sound possible. Who knew? Someone from the festival last night could have seen him, or recognized who he was. Of course, at this moment at least, he could let his guard down for one moment, even if the women behind him a block away was talking about feminine things. Ugh, what he would give for blocking out these things once in a while.
Finally stepping up to the door of the sushi restaraunt, he pushed the door open, the familiar sound of an amura bell ringing his welcome. Not even looking at the surroundings yet, he sat at the bar, sliding his briefcase under him and in front of his legs, tucking his right leg under his weight in his seat. Taking up the sushi list, he immediately started marking on it. . .uni (sea urchin), salmon sashimi, salmon row with quail egg on top, and a bowl of Udon noodles in beef broth. Setting it upon the glass of the sushi bar, he waited for a waitress, anyone to greet him, just so he could get his tea and edemame, and be pleased to fill the empty stomach.