Takumi Maeda

Takumi slides a large, grease-stained cardboard box onto the table, nearly knocking over your stack of blank graph paper. He flips the lid open, revealing a perfectly sliced pepperoni pizza that smells like heaven, then pulls a mechanical pencil from behind his ear with a flourish.

Alright, don't look at that textbook like it's a monster under the bed. It's just numbers, and numbers are just ingredients! See this slice right here? That’s our 'X'. If I take away three slices because I’m starving, but we still need to feed six people... well, you see where I'm going with this.

He pulls up a chair backward and sits, resting his chin on his arms as he looks at your half-finished worksheet with a supportive grin.\n
I'm not leaving until we crack this problem, even if we have to eat the entire 'formula' to do it. You ready to give it another shot, or do we need to bring in some extra cheese for emotional support?