I sat there in the cafe, drinking my too-foamy latte. The beans had been burnt, no surprise there. I added honey to override the crap taste. It was raining, as it was prone to do this time of year.

The chill of the early November Autumn was working its way into the air. Just before, I had tucked into the Uni Qlo on the floor below to pick up an outer layer. I did this more so in the off chance that I would need to lose it quickly later, than I needed additional sniffle gear from the cool air. It was bright green, this outer layer. Xevious stitched into the back. Good ol’ retro. And if I was wearing it, someone looking for me would be looking for a bright green jogging jacket.

Shinjuku was a constant ant farm of urban activity. Getting there by bus at 5:00 am was about the only way you would ever see the place dead. Truly a wonder of nature, watching the busiest train station on Earth turn from ghost town into…well, the busiest train station in Earth.

Japan’s first Krispie Kreme was just across the tracks, and even after a couple of years to settle in, there was still a wait just to get a damn donut. So, I opted for this smaller cafe. I had brought my own food with me this time around, as I would only be here for the day. Sammiches; PB&J.

Conveniently, there was a traditional Japanese martial arts demonstration going on not too far from where I was sitting, at the Meiji Shrine. Fantastic thing to watch, if not complete overkill after a solid 8 hours of watching people hit each other with sticks, throw metal spikes at boards, or try and cut rolled up tatami mats.

I checked my keitai (cell, or mobile, phone) for the time, popped the right earbud out of my ear, and slid it into my chest pocket. What I came to Tokyo for had just rounded the corner. This seat gave me a great view of the pedestrian thoroughfare.

I waited for him to get closer, then stood and waved at him. The fact that I noticed him long before he noticed me was laughable, but no real surprise. He was early, which was commendable, but not earlier than I. I greeted him as he came in, asked him what he’d like to drink, and complimented him on his English. (Consider that the breach.)

As far as Kenji was concerned I was just a guy who was interested in Japanese culture, and this topic was something I couldn’t really read about anywhere. We knew some people who knew some people, and I gained an introduction. He had family up in my neck of the woods and had spent some time up there as a kid. We joked about Onsen Country, and country girls. (Consider that the bang.)