[CENTER][h1][color=orange][b]YOJI LARA CELESTINO[/b][/color][/h1]
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[color=darkorange]♦[/color] [b]Time[/b]: [i]Monday Evening[/i] 
[color=darkorange]♦[/color] [b]Location[/b]: [i]Swan Song’s Record Shop[/i]
[color=darkorange]♦[/color] [b]Interactions:[/b] [i]Open[/i]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4938163]Link[/url] to Yoji’s character bio.[/center]
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[indent][indent]“Kids have weird names nowadays, ya know? I was over at SMMC, waiting in a busy lobby to see my primary physician for my hemorrhoids. Nurse calls out the name: Cybertronica McMurphy! My eyes go big. I says to the nurse, ‘Who? Cybertron did what now?’ She rolls her eyes at me and says again: Cybertronica McMurphy. Guy at the far corner of the room gets up, scowls at me, and goes: ‘What, does my name offend you?’ and everyone looks at me like I’m the one who flew over the cuckoo’s nest!? I’m the bad guy here? No! NO! Ya parents are the bad guys here! It was like I was in the twilight zone-“

Yoji stared at the man as he continued his rant. He glanced at the baristas every now and then, making a silent prayer for a swift completion of his latte. That’s all he wanted. Just a latte, not the details about this man’s hemorrhoids, or how he almost got into a fight with someone called Cybertronica McMurphy. [i]God, is it really only Monday?[/i]

“Latte for Yoji?” The barista called out. 

“Yogi? Like... Yogi the bear? Oh, for crying out loud!” The ranting man said. 

Yoji grabbed his latte with a sigh of relief, but before he left, he looked at the man, grinned, and said aloud:

“What, does my name offend you?!” 

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When he exited Cafe Clover, Yoji took of a sip of his latte and smiled with content. His busy day slowed down the moment he tasted his warm espresso. There was so much he did, so much he still has to do, but for now... he was off. Normally, he’d be doing security over at Footsteps bar, but it was such a slow night that they let him out early. Of course, he finds out via text from his coworker that Joel Nicolosi showed up. Yoji didn’t know a lot about car racing, but he knew he was a big deal. Heck, the bar basically had a shrine made in his honor. He heard stories from patrons and saw all of the memorabilia. It would’ve been interesting to finally meet the man himself.

The live music playing next door took him away from his thoughts. Yoji looked up at the shop sign, shrugged, then waltzed inside. Tonight, there were no plans. For once, he’ll enjoy spontaneity, and perhaps some good music as well. He thought about his customer from the past weekend, Alison, and remembered that she was working on a song. Perhaps, maybe, she’d be here tonight, and he can finally hear what she was working on. 

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