The gentle pitter patter of rain drew in a certain executive’s attention. Ocean blue eyes staring out the window as he twirls a small spoon in the warm cup of tea, mixing the sugar into the liquid. His phone on the table beside him and it seems someone was calling , shifting his attention towards it. Setting the spoon down on a napkin, he chose to answer the call. “Nakahara speaking, what do you need?” Adjusting in the white chair to get comfortable as he waits for them to talk.