<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/INx2ZXH.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tatsuo Yato<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, After Classes - Club Recruitment Period<br/><strong>With:</strong>Natsuki, Sarah<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, I suppose so."</strong>Tatsuo shrugged with similar airiness. It wasn't a huge deal, but these small opportunities to express individualism were always a boon to have, when possible. It was kind of a downer if they all looked the same. Some schools were very strict on their dress code and had student run moral committees to enforce them.<br/><br/>The foreign redhead was slightly perplexing him in terms of behavior. He had imagined all westerners to be brash and bold, but it was likely he shouldn't base his perception of other cultures based on the characters in their movies. Sarah seemed like a shy but nice girl. Perhaps she'd grow more comfortable around him if they continued to interact with each other in the future. Meanwhile, Natsuki mainly seemed to be sharing discomfort over the school uniform, though in her case the main gripe appeared to be the skirt the girls had to wear.<br/><br/>The independently moving reflection in the window behind him went unnoticed entirely by Tatsuo as his back was fully turned to it. Following Natsuki, the trio began to make their way towards the school's pool and check out the sign up for the swimming club. As they walked the leader of their little group asked him about his part-time job.<br/><br/><strong>"Hm? Oh, I work at a cafe downtown called <em>Peu de Soleil</em> as a waiter,"</strong>he responded with a smile. The name meant<em>little sun</em>in French, according to the owner and pastry chef of the place.<strong>"The pastries are great, so I'd definitely recommend checking it out sometime if you want to sate your sweet tooth!"</strong>He intentionally didn't mention that it was the type of cafe that catered to a female audience, employing young and attractive males in their serving staff as a key selling point. It was like the gender-flipped version of a maid cafe<del>   </del>if you had to compare it to something.<br/><br/>As they walked further down the hallway, his bag lazily swung over his shoulder, he glanced out the windows the lined one side, seeing school grounds tinted with a slight orange hue of the sun that had begun to set.<strong>"Never thought I'd be attending a regular school again,"</strong>he blurted out before realizing it.