Tired of It All

Chapter 2: The Encounter

A soft creak from a twisting valve sounds out along with taps from water droplets. The mirror is foggy covering any detail that could have been shown, but there was still a figure reflecting through the fog. A slight frown formed on the person who was creating the reflection. All the could be seen through the fog on the mirror was a decently sized person, who was tanned lightly and had blonde hair, which currently has no volume because it was soaked.

The rest of the time, the facial expression on him had not changed as he continued his morning's procedures of getting ready for work. His eyes glanced to an alarm clock 7:34 a.m he had 6 more minutes before he needed to head out. A gentle sunlight graced itself across an unmade bed, the blonde quickly but very neatly tied his shoes, snatching up a coat as he exited the room. The rest of his place looked, quickly put, like someone had just moved in, not the case here, just what it looked like is all, but at least it wasn't messy besides a small gathering of instant Ramen cups on what was supposed to be his dining table. Ignoring everything around him, he left the apartment.

The walk to work was brief, at least 15 minutes, rounding, that was the beauty of it, it was convenient. He worked at a small cafe, Sleepless Red, that's the name of the place, it was dainty, but not cute, soothing in a strange way. It didn't make you feel at home, but being there felt right, sort of like being anonymous on the internet. The Blonde walked through glass doors that were draped in thin fabric curtains, it allowed some sun in but not too much for the customers who haven't gotten enough sleep. Which the boy appreciated because for those times he came in early and wasn't in a good mood, he wasn't greeted by an annoyingly bright light.

The design and style were very modern minus hanging up random art pieces, in fact, the walls were clear of anything besides a few lamps latched on, three for each wall and three lights on the roof. None of these lights were too bright but you could still see everything properly, no trouble. He made his way to the back of the shop, a red-headed boy, only a few inches shorter than the blonde, gave a small nod to him, in acknowledgment of him showing up to work. He shoved his stuff, his jacket, and phone, in an office in the back and tied a red apron around his waist, and attached his name tag, it reads in complete capitalized and bolded lettering, UZUMAKI, pinned to his chest. He glanced over at the nearest clock, five minutes before his shift started.

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9:00a.m

A modern looking alarm clock vibrated on a nightstand, a low beep going off, uselessly, the one it was set to wake rose before it went off. Itachi always woke up a few hours before his alarm went off, he had been meaning to change the setting but never actually got to it, either he didn't have the time or he forgot. The raven walked back to his room, a bowl of oatmeal in one hand he used his free one to lightly tap on the off button. He finished off the last of his breakfast and started to get dressed. He has a meeting in an hour with a coworker, they were to discuss what position Itachi was now going to be taking since he will be living here now. The day before his father suggested he work directly under him, but Itachi wanted to listen to all his options before making a decision so soon, he still had school to consider.

The meeting place they chose was a small, on the down low kind of cafe, decently popular but not constantly busy, it was quiet and made for a good meeting place. Itachi lived 10-minute drive away from the place, but that's because it was closer to downtown, he hadn't chosen it, his associate did, saying he had been once or twice, the coffee and staff being decent and kept their noses out of your business, which was perfect.

The closer it got to his meeting time he decided he would head out then, passing his mother before getting the front door "I'll be back near lunch time, mother," his mother nodded in reply waving goodbye. Itachi started up the car, a soft rumble filled his ears, it had been awhile since he used his own car, he had always taken a taxi or was driven in some way when he lived abroad.  He put in the address of the cafe into his GPS and backed out of the driveway.