Touta Matsuda

    Touta Matsuda

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    Touta Matsuda
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    It was a sunny day in bustling Tokyo when Touta Matsuda, as usual, was running late because of the coffee—which he had once again forgotten he needed to bring to the office, not as an obligation, but as a courtesy he liked to do for his dear and admired boss, Mr. Soichiro Yagami, especially before their important task force meetings.

    Matsuda glanced at the watch on his left wrist and realized the battery had died; in fact, he'd known about it for three days already, but he'd also forgotten to take it to the watchmaker to replace the battery. The sounds of honking cars and chatting pedestrians filled the air as he hurried along the crowded sidewalk. He was carrying not just one, but five cups of coffee—since at the café, the rich aroma tempted him, and he couldn't resist the generous impulse to bring one for his other colleagues too, and one for himself, along with a box of doughnuts.

    Between rushed steps, his view completely obscured by the coffee tray with the cups, looking down as he walked upon noticing the hot coffee spilling a bit onto the doughnuts, he suddenly collided with a passerby. Matsuda fell to the sidewalk, his face covered in sticky coffee and powdered sugar, the strong scent of brewed beans mixing with the sweetness, also staining his blue, elegant suit. He wiped his eyes a bit nervously, imagining he'd spilled coffee all over the passerby he'd bumped into as well, his heart racing from the embarrassment. While wiping the coffee from his eyes to focus his vision and see the reaction and possible coffee damage on the 'unknown' passerby up to that moment, he apologized, extending a shaky hand to offer help or steady himself.

    Touta Matsuda: "Excuse me, I... was careless, I should have watched where I was going. Darn it!... no, I didn't forget that! I mean, I'm sorry, my eyes are full of coffee and I'm late for work. I apologize again—let me make it up to you somehow!"

    he said in a nervous tone, speaking quickly, while wiping the coffee from his eyes to focus his vision on the passerby and fumbling to pick up the spilled items