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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄:
He was bored to say the least.
extremely bored.
The americano you had gotten him was half full, and all watered down with all the ice the barista managed to fit in.
He could feel his hunchback growing by every passing minute he sat on the very uncomfortable chairs in the bright room.
"How much more is this gonna take?" he asked like a puppy trying to uphold the politeness over his annoyance.
"Your hair is complete we just need a few more touches on your makeup", the stylist said with the tightest gorilla grip on Gojo's chin to fix his eyeshadow.
Gojo felt a migraine going, then that migraine led to a short daydream about what his wonderful secretary was doing.
He could never not think about you, you played an important role in his life right away from the day you got hired.
𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊
The month of October brought a foggy day at the company in which Gojo sponsors.
Ijichi had saved Gojo from his private office.
They were currently driving down Maine as Gojo bribed glasses man to get him a coffee, he would get one as well, a much needed coffee.
"Here we are, I'll be getting off. Americano?" Ijichi questioned parking the black SUV.
Gojo whipped his glasses out of his white shirt pocket, delicately placing them on his face. "I'll be getting off", he gave the eye bagged man a goofy grin.
Ijichi sighed rubbing his temples, but understood Gojo just wanted some interaction with absolutely anyone.
"Someone is bound to notice yo—" "don't worry I've got it covered", Gojo reached over one seat and whipped out a hat paired with a Louis Vuitton scarf.
Ijichi accepted defeat.
"Cold brew", was all he responded as he waited patiently in the drivers seat.
Gojo walked up to the small vintage shop, bizarre compared to all the other modern extravagant buildings.
As he opened the door his nostrils were welcomed with the scent of caramel and coffee beans.
The barista welcomed him and he placed his order moving to an empty area. His gaze shifted to woman in the far corner who was looking outside at the barley visible vehicles in the fog, a small coffee in her hands.
