I don't even like him..... That much.
"You know, I really don't think this is necessary." Tadashi comments. Gogo looks at him, standing in his room above the café.
"Oh, stop whining, Tadashi. trust me, when you meet him, you'll understand what I mean." Gogo looks him up and down, admiring her work. Tadashi looks good. He always look good, but now... Hamadamn.
Tadashi sighs, looking into the mirror. "You know, I just remembered. I have a test tomorrow. Big time. I can't go on a date, really. I need to study." He turns and looks at her.
Gogo points at the door. "Downstairs. Now. You have a date to attend to." Tadashi hangs his head, walking through the door and down the stairs.
"Okay, Jack. Stop babying me. You're not my mom." Hiro pushes his friend's hand away from his hair.
"Oh, stop. You are so cute! Tadashi is going to love you!" Jack beams a blinding smile.
'Oh dear lord. The man is giggling.' Hiro says to himself. He rolls his eyes.
"Jack, I have a date that I am about to be late for. Please." Hiro sighs. Jack just ruffles his hair.
"Good luck, Mr. Takachiho." Hiro gets out of the car and walks up to the curb, waving goodbye at his friend. He quickly gathers up his courage, and after a few deep breaths, turns and walks through the door.
Hiro can tell who his date is immediately. The small café is packed, but with mostly senior citizens and small families. There's really only one person in the whole place who is close to his age.
And really hot. Like, really hot.
Hiro approaches the table, holding his hand out. "Uh, hi. I'm Hiro. Hiro Takachiho." The older man stands, towering above Hiro. He shakes, gesturing for Hiro to sit.
"I'm Tadashi Hamada. Nice to meet you. I hear we're perfect for each other."