7:03 am, Monday morning.
The sun had barely broken through the haze of smog that lingered above the already bustling city.
Traffic on the Four-Oh-Five was in full swing,
Creeping towards the high-rises that everyone and their brother were trying to get to,
Although if it didn't start moving soon,
Everyone's brother was sure to be fired for being late.
Duo hoped it wouldn't be Heero or himself,
And turned up the radio to drown out his frustration and all the honking.
Heero attempted to refrain from grinding his teeth;
Blaring rock was hardly the preferable option at this hour.