Guy awakens from sleeping. With the morning routine ahead of him, he prepares hygiene with a puzzled expression. The strange break-in and the unusual paper left behind then the dream piled through his thoughts. As the water fell on his body, cleaning his skin, and refreshing his mind he tried to recall the picture of the girl and also the first glimpse of the procession before she looked at him. It seemed real to him, like he'd crossed into another world just to meet this girl yet, it was still a dream since he'd woken up again at home. He ran through his morning routine with one last regret to meet this pretty girl. In fact she seemed to be his type in the looks category but that was because all dream girls are perfect. A lack of Isekai didn't diminished Guy's day in the smallest as he prepared to march his day with his usual mission style pace. s
During his jog to the park he smiled from seeing how she reacted to his response. It even showed in his jeet kun do and wing chun form that morning as he practiced. By the close to finish he'd even drawn the eye of an old man half reading a newspaper at the park because of the stunning performance caused by a rise in spirit. Guy finished to find that the old geezer had lost complete interest in his newspaper and kept staring. New York was a fresh place to go to a park early in the morning and it never slept but even a man at five in the morning was at the park was early. Guy shrugged it off and decided to finish his stretches meeting the fellow up front. The silence between the two men stood up like an ironclad fortress before the older man coughed slightly to clear his throat. Guy's heart was steadfast as he waited for New York to play it's social games. New York was a place where chance met business and had a bastard daughter named community who happened to have a crush on opportunity. The old man's eyes gleaned with all these New York traits as he spoke first. "That was amazing, sonny."
"Thank you," Guy answered.
"I bet you could give me a challenge if you tried. With that kind of movement your mind must be sharp too."
Guy's eyes barely showed any surprise because he answered to subvert the subject, "I am an engineer."
"Hoooo? An engineer, but you look more like a professional fighter with that kind of skill young man."
"You have good eyes, mister. My name is Guy." He replied with a genuine smile and reached out with a fist bump. The old man nodded at the compliment and extended his arm to bump back. The two naturally cliqued from there on. The old man's white hair did seem to be styled which Guy observed to be a uniquely silky with a mohawk tuft in the center. The few other notable traits were the quality of clothes so fine that it would require a tax cut to afford just a handkerchief from the old man's wardrobe selection. There was something Austere in the man's eyes that made Guy feel confident in his presence as he was being sized up. "Hmf, cocky punk." The older man grumped and laughed. "My name is Wren. I run a pharmaceutical company and I'm doing some research on the telomeres. I pay good money for anyone who can participate in a physical study and an athletic man like you might be able to help me find what I'm looking for."
"It's legal right?" Guy asked jokingly.
"It's as illegal as it gets," Wren replied, "-Of course it's legal, Guy. It's a professional sports pharmaceutical company and we service the greatest Olympic champions worldwide." Guy's interest peaked but he was starting to feel as if he should hurry but asked, "Do you have a card?". The old man pulled one out but held it, "Only if you're serious then come by. I'll let the secretary know you're coming." Guy snatched the card quickly making the old man blink surprise in how deft and gentle it had been. The display of skill excused any potential social insult so the old man said, "Well then I'll be seeing you soon then. My number is on the card if you plan on contacting me directly." Guy's confidence never faltered and spoke with genuine consideration that seemed to roll off onto Wren, "I will call you Wren but I'm going to be late for work if I stick around." The older man gave a gruff harrumph then went on his way leaving guy to jog back home peacefully.
His instincts had told him to cut the time short outside because of what he was planning that afternoon. It faded from his focus as he gathered himself to get to work as soon as he arrived at home then work. The remainder of the day went by without a hassle for getting to work. He got along with his coworkers and the female coworkers joked with him as well making his day easier to get through. Even the memory of the dream went on the backburner as the last five minutes of work finished. It was time for his day to truly begin.
As the final second of his work clicked off, Guy ran his hands to pick up his phone to make a call. He'd sent off the mysterious paper to a friend and she promised to translate it. Guy dialed her up but received a voicemail. He tried again but received nothing from her so he packed up the work and went home. He understood what it meant to be a business man but as soon as he arrived at home it was redressed in his preferred clothes. He picked his favorite trim fitted black jacket with leather buckles black customized armor jeans. Guy looked like a street combatant instead of the civil businessman he'd appeared an hour earlier. It suited his personality much more to express the dark side of free will. His morning business was over but he had been planning his steak out for a long time. He stopped in front of a photo of his parents and spoke, "Mom and dad, I will get revenge today."