The jet's engines roared as it lifted up.

Darien Shield stared out from the jet's window. He was the only passenger on the private jet, other then the silent pilot.

The sun was starting peek from under the clouds. It was going to be a calm, clear day.

With his elbow propped up against the armchair. His mind went into day dream mode or as he called it, "deep thoughts mode or don't bother me mode or was being transferred to a new branch. His new title is "President," which required him to move cross-country to Tokyo. The previous head left the branch in shamble and his main job is to fix the mess.

In one week, he will be require to step up and assume the new title. Until then, he will declare this week his personal "mini-vacation." God knows he deserved a couldn't remember the last time he had a vacation, ever since he was promoted to the company's management team.

A few of the veterans on the team, enterally rejected his position with the notion, he was too young for so much responsibilities. He was outrage when he heard that. He was determined to prove himself. His work became his life and every aspects of his life were gone. No social life. No personal life. Only work. The results turned him into a well-respected businessman. Publications published him as the new face of business. The company's profit margin dramatically increases. The veterans never complained of him again.

The jet was starting to land. He snapped out of his mode and concentrated on the landing. A limo was waiting outside of the stairs for his arrival. Stepping into the black, sleek limo he was driven to his new penthouse. It was a gated community known for housing affluent members of society. He was part of that class since birth.

Walking up the stairs, he unlocked his new house. It was large and empty inside except for a few furniture; a reflection of himself. Sitting himself down on the black, leather recliner, he opened up his blackberry. It opened up to his dairy schedule.

11:00 AM Visit/evacuate branch

12:00 PM Lunch

1:00 PM Write reports and business plans

2:00 PM Free time/free week

A new email popped up in his inbox. Moving his index finger to the new mail, he opened it.

Hope your trip to Tokyo went well and you arrived safe.

I'm Seiya. I work in your new branch and I will be waiting for your arrival at 11:00 PM

Thank You.

He let out a growl. No wonder the branch was failing. Glancing at the clock, he have forty-five minutes to get ready.

First thing was first, he needed a shower.

At the company's branch with Seiya

Patting himself on the shoulder.

Seiya let out a sigh of relief. He was nervous about how his first impression with the president would be. He wrote more than twenty drafts of a three sentences email, that he spent more then a hour trying to get perfect.

Hopefully, he gave a good impression. He wanted to sound professional and friendly, at the same time. Giving one last look at his inbox, before he got ready for the meeting. A new message came up. It was from his beloved fiancee, Serena. She was the highlight of his day. He opened the email.

Hey Hon,

You seriously won't believe how my day went!

It was exciting to say the least.

Anyway, I get off of work early today for lunch...

So, let's have lunch together.

-Serena 3

Chuckling to himself. It sounds just like her.

He reply,

Yes, love to. Let's go to the new Italian place up the street.

Meet you there at noon.

-Seiya

He shut down his laptop. He needed to get ready for the meeting. He couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have such an amazing fiancée.

His mind drifted off on how he first met her.

It was an unusually, sunny morning in downtown Tokyo. The perfect day for a cup of coffee. A new coffee shop opened down the block from his loft.

The newspaper had praise it for the mouth-dripping, fulfilling drinks, godly tasting pastries, great environment and friendly staffs.

With almost twenty minutes to burn before going to work, he made a detour to the coffee shop.

Instantly as he walked in, he smelled freshly grounded coffee beans, classical music playing in the background and the place was half full. He could clearly hear the conversion going around him. He could hear the typing and clicking of the multiple laptops lining the windows. Empty cups of coffee lay around random table.

Supposedly he wasn't the only one with time to burn this morning. He was standing in line with five people ahead of him. There was only one cashier working the front.

Wondering what was taking so long. He peeked behind someone shoulders. Apparently, someone decided to order breakfast for her whole office. That somebody kept adding and removing items from her order. And to his dismay, her phone kept going off to the worst ringtone, ever.

The barista/cashier kept nodding her head and giving an assurance smiles to each requests; while trying to be tolerate. He swears that she rolled her eyes when the customer's head was turn away. The order was finally placed after five minutes and line was moving A LOT faster.

His time to order came up. He was now face to face, staring at the cashier. He was speechless. She was gorgeous and reminded him of an untouchable angel.

"Sir, would you like to order?" She said. He snapped out of his thoughts.

"Uh…yes, I do," he drawls out. Struggling to find words, "Uh…I just don't know what to order. Any recommendation?" Looking around nervously at the shop. He noticed, her name tag said "Serena."

"You're not the only indecision one here. I still can't choose what to order, and I work here," she smiled at him. "But, if I really have to choose based on customer's preference. It would be French vanilla. It's really popular."

"Ok, please order one for me," he replied. This was his one and only chance to make a good impression on her. "Seriously, if you work here. Shouldn't you be either an insomnia or obese from eating all these foods?" That came out totally wrong. It sounded like an indirect insult. Oops. Would she ignore it?

"Excellent choice," she replied gracefully. In a sudden move, she leaned closely to him and whispered. "IF, we were outside of this shop...I would kick your ass for saying that."

Just as sudden, she resumed her poise position. Putting his finger up, he was about to apologize. He was interrupted by the person standing behind him.

"Can you guys please hurry it up?" the rude customer yelled. "I have a life I need to get to, unlike you two!"

Serena snapped her finger to get his attention and replied sweetly, "Your order will be ready in a few minutes." Her volume suddenly lower. "Sorry about his rudeness. I'm off in ten minutes. Let's continue our conversation later, ok?"

He nodded and waited at the corner for her. He pulled out his phone and called his secretary to cancel all of his appointments for the day.

On that day, he learned you can't judge a book by its cover. And Serena was unpredictable. Just the way he likes it, with a little sugar on top.

Glancing at the clock. It was 10:50 AM. Almost time for his meeting with Shield.

He pushed the elevator button for the main lobby.