This was it, Daisuke realized as he unlocked the door to his shiny new ramen shop, he was finally going to achieve his childhood dream. He paused, his key still in the lock, hardly believing that this moment was actually going to happen. He gulped. What if this wasn't real? What if it was a- what were those things called again? A hallucination? Or it could be a dream. Yeah, a really long, really involved dream. After all, there was no way that getting a business loan to start up, followed by the hunt for exactly. the. right. store (which his real estate agent had been on the verge of declaring unreal), had been that complicated, right?
"Well, Daisuke-kun?" A slightly irritated voice asked from behind him, "I'm here, at the crack of dawn, as per your request, with coffee, ready to help you do some massive cleaning. Aren't you going to, oh, I don't know, o