[She actually second-guesses having chosen to meet in a public place more than once on her way there, all the way up until she claims an obscure table tucked away in the far corner. It should offer them some degree of privacy. Even more private might have been better, but she didn't exactly feel comfortable inviting him to her apartment. She didn't really know him, after all. He had bailed her out a few times, shown an interest in her welfare, and yet he had never managed to stick around long enough to hold a conversation with.
Some people were just like that, she supposed.
Legs crossed, she nervously taps her fingernails against the table as she watches the door, waiting to glimpse the first sign of him. Something about this was just so disquieting, beyond what seemed to be the norm for Hinoto-Ri.]
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Some people were just like that, she supposed.
Legs crossed, she nervously taps her fingernails against the table as she watches the door, waiting to glimpse the first sign of him. Something about this was just so disquieting, beyond what seemed to be the norm for Hinoto-Ri.]