He didn't mind if he was cut off once more, if the male intern didn't answer his question. He squinted at his ID to at least know his full name. Masaki Aiba. Right, now it's time to pay full attention to what he was saying.
"Oh." At this junction, he actually don't mind if he hadn't eaten the breakfast he's been yapping about, or if he hadn't worn his contacts yet. This is it. The action has come. He fished on his right pocket and wore his eyeglasses instead. "Okay, let's check out what happened then." Wearing his most serious face, he declared.