I had forgotten how busy the train got on weekday mornings. People in suits, and uniformed students rode to their respective destinations packed into a tiny train that was meant for ¼ of the total people actually riding in it. I can tell you now I was absolutely not liking it one bit, and I began feeling claustrophobic. But thankfully, before I could have a full blown panic attack, I had arrived to my station.

We all spilled out of the tiny train doors, when I popped out, I was out of breath and tired.

I look up from catching my breath on the platform and look up. There he was, extending his hand for me to take. I can't believe I looked so fucked that he felt the need to help me walk.

“You look really bad Mako. Where did all your energy go?” He asked laughing at my shitty state.

“Ugh...I don't know how I'm gonna do this every morning… how do you do it?” I start reaching for his hand.

“Well, you get used to it. Besides it's not so bad- wait- Mako-shape up! You have a whole work day to go!” He quickly retracts his hand and slaps my back.

I stumble a couple steps forward but regain my balance and start walking with my big bro to work.

Once we get to the front of the building, he stops me before entering. He quickly flashes me his work badge, signaling me to take mine out to enter the building. I nod and reach into my pocket for the temporary card which was an annoying neon orange color. We both nod at each other, and I walk ahead following close behind him.

“Are you ready?” He asks me with a hopeful smile.

“....sure.” I shrug. I hadn't slept the night before, and now, I was too exhausted to feel anything but sleepy.

“Well I have to get in the office early, wanna head on up too? Or do you just wanna relax down here for a while?”

“I mean, I guess I'll hang out a bit before going up to get to know the place. I should probably get familiarized.”

“Of course.”

He gets on one of the 4 elevators and heads on up to the 5th floor of the Shiki building, going to the Seasonelle floor.

I loiter about in the lobby for a while, looking at the company guide, and more specifically the map of the building. I was horrible with directions so I started by familiarizing myself with the offices on the first floor.

As I looked down at the booklet while turning a corner, leisurely minding my own business, when I run into someone.

“Excuse me, sorry-” I quickly apologize regaining my posture before looking at the familiar face before me.

“Again? Seriously?” She smiled. “You should really look up when you walk around kid.”

“Oh uh...nice to see you again. Sorry about that!!” I bow again then remembering who she was.

Of all places and people that I could have bumped in… it just had to be camera girl…

She placed a hand on her camera, hanging heavily from her neck and sighed. “You know… you’re really lucky that nothing happened to my camera! It would've been bad new for you if-” She paused and looked around, as if suddenly realizing where she was or at least, where it was that she and I where having that conversation. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m an intern.” I say flatly, not really knowing myself where I was from the fatigue that was clouding my head. “At Seasonelle, on the 4th floor.”

“What? Seriously?”

I nodded.

“Well. I guess we’ll be working together from now on!” Her eyes fold cheerfully. “You have a lot to learn from everyone, rest assured they're all great journalists up in Seasonelle.” She then stops in her tracks after her sentence and checks her watch. “And- it seems the our meeting is about to start soon, lets make our way up there together.”

“You write for Seasonelle?”

“No, I’m actually the company’s photographer, I am currently working in collaboration with Seasonelle though.”

“Oh, right- the camera.” I voice my thoughts putting 1+1 together. It was obvious.

We get in the elevator and pop out on the 4th floor. I follow closely behind her,  as I walked trailing behind her long brown hair, and modest heels.

As we made our way to the meeting room,I battled with the urge to let out a big yawn, so before i stepped in, I yawned away from prying eyes that could he watching.

Or so I thought.

From across the office there stood a man in a black suit, clean cut with his hair neatly done in place.

It was the Kido interviewer.