[h1]McDonald's[/h1]
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Akira's eyes shifted from side to side as he entered the McDonald's. It didn't look like there were [b]too[/b] many people around here, which was good. Going to school with people you've known for a year was one thing, but the last thing he wanted to do was to go outside and make a complete and utter ass out of himself in public. As was probably obvious from his choice of clothing—-running shorts and a gray sweater--he had just finished up his daily jog. Normally, he wouldn't have come here, but he had gotten really into grinding his Imagine online character and decided to stick a piece of buttered toast in his mouth and run out the door before he wasted any more time. He got a lot of weird glances for it. 

[i]Just look ahead...[/i] He mentally coached himself as he walked up to the counter, eyes inadvertently shifting downwards with each step.

"Uh, one Big Mac please." 

"That'll be 340 yen."

He reached out to his pocket and pulled out the money, passing it over to the clerk, only to second guess himself and place it on the counter as the clerk was reaching out to get it himself. While the clerk, evidently, didn't give a rat's ass about it, Akira couldn't help but be hit by a wave of embarrassment. He was given a receipt with a number on it and headed down to a random booth. That booth just so happened to be in front of a table with a few interesting characters. He recognized Daisuke from all the rumors of his delinquency floating around, but the bleeding girl and her two other friends were foreign to him. 

Akira hastily pulled out his smartphone to make it seem as if he wasn't totally just staring at them. He couldn't help but give a near inaudible sigh. He knew he wasn't always like this and that made getting spooked this easily all the more depressing.