Due his contempt for most traditions it was unlike Toshio to visit a shrine, let alone leave his home while the sun was so high in the sky. But there was something about the air today that drew him out, and looking for a peaceful place to write he had chosen to make the trek to Meiji Jingu. The luscious scent of nature all around him and the quiet calm of the holy place first helped him get down two whole paragraphs. Splendid.
But as he was taking a breather he noticed someone who stuck out in the thin group of tourists and locals. Tall, handsome, lively green eyes....the stranger may have been extraordinarily handsome, but he forgot to stop and bow upon walking under the massive stone torii. Unable to help himself the writer fixed the other with a venomous glare, irritation more than anything playing across his features. Foreigners. They were all the same. Rude, ignorant, and most-likely too lazy to even attempt learning Japanese.