This was probably the longest red light within the entire city which was ironically unnecessary since the street it occupied was perhaps the least busy of them all. This made catching the light here quite annoying to most drivers, including the driver of a spectacularly flashy looking luxury car that waited for the green light. Inside, the driver was attentively listening to the local news station that had been covering recent events the area. It was important to him to know about all the happenings of his city since Gregory had been a large part of its history over the course of his life. Putting one's blood, sweat, and tears into the literal building of many structures that take place in one's area has a certain kind of affect on that person. Knowing that many of the residents have him to thank for their current living conditions gave the hard working millionaire a sense of duty to his city, where he feels like he needs to keep himself constantly aware of what goes on inside it, though he admits that this may just be a delusion of grandeur on his part but still went along with it anyways.<br/><br/>The light turned green just as the radio began to announce a story regarding a local pizzeria, which Gregory took in as somewhat ironic considering his history with the pizza place and current destination. Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, the same pizzeria that was now being talked about on the news, was one of the constructs that Gregory had been fortunate enough to create. The contract for the place had fallen into his laps when he was still early in his building career, having just opened his own businesses only a few years earlier. During his time with the project he became very enthralled with the place and once it had been completed he would spend a lot of time there. As he did, he became familiar with the workers and many of the customers that would go there a lot, having led to the moment he found himself to be in now as he sped his car up to just under the posted speed limit.<br/><br/>A few days earlier he had been invited by one of the pizzeria's employees to come join him and some other guests for dinner. Never wanting to miss an opportunity to socialize with others, Gregory of course agreed to come. With his almost constant work schedule, as well as his financial duties, he was almost always on a strict time frame that did not allow much free time or enjoyment with others. He loved his work, mind you, but his life had basically become his work. Though, this was not something he dreaded, in fact he loved it very much as it allowed him to keep focus and not lose sense in his money like he would see happen to others that were considered wealthy. Sure, he did indulge at times with a fancy car here and there, sometimes sporting a well-tailored suit for no reason but he had yet to let such luxuries get to his head. He guessed that working hard had kept him humble<br/><br/>The story on the pizzeria had finished just as he began to pull into the driveway of what he was hoping would be the right place. He knew the landscape of the city like the back of his hand but realized as he drove that he did not visit this part of town very often, so it was still possible for him to get lost. He brought the car up until it was closely sitting next to the one that he presumed to belong to the house owner, ensuring that any other guests would have adequate parking space of their own. Before exiting the car, he checked himself in the mirror and made sure he was looking proper. Opening the door, he let the cool evening air fill his longs before stepping out and closing the driver side door. He walked to the passenger side and picked up two containers, closed the door and makes his way to the front door, ringing the bell as he gets to it.<br/><br/>As he waited at the door he could hear a response in the form of stomping steps and what sounded like someone dashing towards the door. When it swung open the smell of smoke hit Gregory while the smile on the host was all too inviting. Disregarding the smokey smell, the young millionaire nodded his head and gently spoke, "I am sorry if I am late, the traffic lights in this part of town are...inconvenient at best. But I did make it and I thank you again for inviting me." He steps inside and gestures with his hands the two containers that lay on top, "I wasn't sure if bringing anything was necessary but formalities dictate a gift for the host...and everyone seems to enjoy my coleslaw and macaroni dishes so I figured I could make some for tonight. I do hope thats ok."