Smart phones were a magical thing, that was certain. Even though they were still on call with one another, modern day technology allowed people to remain on call while also using their phone for other things, such as taking pictures of getting directions to wherever they needed to go. Shoes on feet and phone in hand, Brendon exited his apartment and locked the door behind himself, patting down his body with his free hand to make sure that he had everything. He sighed a curse, forgetting to bring a light jacket. It was getting colder, and a jacket would certainly help his non-heat-retaining body. The door was unlocked and a jacket was pulled from the little rack near the entrance and he was once again on his way to wherever he was going. 

Brendon's feet carried him down the hallway and to the stairs, leading down to the cafe on the first floor. His own apartment was on the fourth floor, as the owners owned the first, second, and third. Apparently, they were trying to get an elevator working for ease for everyone living there, but it wasn't anywhere near done, and only space for the shaft had been created so far. 

His feet hit the bottom of the stairs to reveal the cafe in it's entirety. The Emperor Cafe, as it was known to the people of Capitol Hill, was a little internet cafe and breakfast spot on the corner of E Mercer St and 10th Avenue. A church, a dessert bar, and another coffee house all resided on the same square as Emperor Cafe, but they all lived in harmony, for the most part. The cafe in question was styled after Japan's appearance during the Edo period. At the time, the Shogun had more power over the Emperor, but the name Shogun was already taken. He was rather quiet over the phone, looking at the image of the watch that she had sent him.

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He took a seat near one of the windows at the cafe, looking out and pulling a set of ear phones out of the jacket pocket and plugging them into the phone. He set the little buds into his ears and continued the conversation so only he could hear her. "Nothing much." His answer once again was strange and awkward. "Teaching, still getting the hang of things. And yourself?" Before he could continue with the conversation, he reminded himself to tell her where she was going. "Oh, meet me at Emperor Cafe, Capitol Hill, on the corner of E Mercer and Tenth. The street next to Broadway, there's a church and a few other places on the square, you can't miss the big Japanese sign outside."