Snippet #1792965

Luka struggled to get out of bed. This would be the second week that he had to get up early. Since the opening of the King’s Café the previous week, he felt as if he hadn’t slept a wink. It was 5:00. He had fifteen minutes to get ready. Thanks to his quick thinking the previous night, he’d taken a shower before hitting the hay. But even that didn’t change the fact that he had to be up so early in the morning, not that he disliked being awake to watch the sun rise over the horizon.

A light, permanent frown curving his lips, he undressed and dressed in his attire – a sharp looking though comfortable suit he enjoyed wearing during the first day of the troublesome week. Unlike his employees who wore black suits, he instead adorned one of a dark navy blue. He liked to think of it as a non-verbal statement of saying he was the man in charge, which he was, though he was more than happy to split some of the commitment with Takeshi, the cook.

Dressed and trimmed nicely, the manager strolled down the stairs and into the kitchen where he prepared a sour-cream bagel with a slice of salmon draped over the top. “Ittadakimasu!” he said quietly and took a wholesome bite. Though he’d never admit it to his friend, he was always saving room for lunch time with the employees – Takeshi always prepared a fabulous meal and Masa generally gave them some music to enjoy while they ate. It was much more enjoyable than his current bagel, but it would do for now.

He arrived at the café at 5:15, right on time. Grinning to himself, Luka unlocked the employee back door and pushed into the café. It was silent amongst the tables and chairs. Just looking upon the space gave him chills. To think that they’d started up this place only a week ago. But they still had so much more progress to make, so many more things to do. Hopefully the celebration trip he was planning for the weekend would bring his crew together enough to make it all happen.