Snippet #1796415

Silently, Takeshi was impressed by the way Masa had barely evaded a head on collision, especially at the speeds he was going. Then again Masa was a tiny guy, so the dark haired man could chalk it up to that being the reason the other was so light on his feet. And, of course he fell asleep. This was the third time this week, but hey, if he can make it down on time, Takeshi didn't have a problem with it. Besides, who was he to judge? It wasn't like he didn't just get down the stairs. "That's okay." Takeshi said, yawning in between words. Emphasizing again: not a morning person. He looked up to the clock on the wall. Fourteen minutes until they had to show up for work. Not too bad. "Alright, lets hit the road then."

He reached his key rack, and pondered which car to drive today. It only took a second to decide to pick up the keys of his Prius. How were any of the others even an option? It's too early. His Prius was reliable and the one he always used to get to work; Plus, he'd rather put mileage on it than his Ferrari. Oh, the problems of the rich and wasteful.

He takes his keys of the rack and heads toward the garage door. He opens the door and holds just long enough so it wouldn't shut in Masa's face and letting go only when he was sure the other had the door. He unlocked the car, got in, and waited to make sure Masa was ready to go. Once he was, They were off to work. Well, Takeshi didn't see it as work. He loved his job. No. His career. Cooking had always been something of a stress reliever for him. If something bad happened that day, he'd come home and cook to keep his mind off of what was ailing him. Got into a fight? Make some rice balls. Get a less than appealing mark on a test? Bake a four layer cake. The girl he's had a crush on since he laid eyes on her in middle school rejecting him in favor of his best friend? His family came home to banquet worth of food. It was just one of those things that calmed him, and as long as he wasn't punching walls and all the food he made didn't go to waste, his family was alright with his stress reliever.

He sat in silence while he drove. He didn't have much to talk about, and frankly, for him, it was way too early to be having a full on conversation. Really, all he needed was a cup of coffee with a double shot of espresso to get him moving, but he wouldn't get that until he got to work, which he was now pulling into the parking lot of.

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((Sorry if this post was kind of god-mody... I just kind of want to get to the cafe. :'D))