Job Hunting and Formal Shopping? [Private; enter upon request]

"Bombs?" he asked again, munching nonchalantly, "Explosives?"
Beyril shook her head rapidly, "Nope. Not a thing."

Savannah set her elbow on the table, leaning her head against her open palm and discreetly mouthing. Slow down to Akira, not wanting to push to far in fear that she'd simply shut down.

He shrugged, "Perhaps just my imagination then." he chewed on a mozzarella stick for a long time. "Well," he swallowed, looking to Savannah, "How much do you know about astronomy?"

She raised a brow, curious, "I know basics, but it's not exactly my area of study." She continued eating, "Why do you ask?"

"I was looking at moon phases for this month." he shrugged, "And there's going to be a blood moon later this month I wanted to check out." Beyril visibly stiffened.

Her head tilted, eyes going from one to the other. "When and where would you want that to be...?"

"I'll explore for a lookout. Don't worry." He shrugged, Beyril's skin turning paler and paler.

Savannah's eyes drifted to Beyril before she took her phone out and sent Akira two words: Tell me.

He responded with a link. Police reports to gang activity. That mounted higher and higher in drug trafficking, kidnappings, killings, and mob hits. The reports sharply dropped in number about two years ago. But, he said nothing as their food arrived.
"Here you are. Are the appetizers suiting you?" the waitress asked.
Akira grinned, "Very much so. I praise your chef indeed."

Savannah's eyes were still locked on her phone when the waitress returned, still going through the reports and cross-referencing them with any data she could manage.

Beyril smiled, "Yeah, sure. Thanks!" And the waiter left.

Savannah still hadn't looked up, thinking, trying to calculate things to uncover what it was that Akira was trying to insinuate.

Akira rolled his eyes, sending her another message.
Later.

Beyril shoved her food in her face.

Savannah narrowed her eyes, ignoring the message and continuing her search.

As they finished their meal, Beyril eased back into comfort, and the two chatted idly once more.

Savannah, however, still had not been convinced to eat her own food and had instead continuing to look through the internet and personal files.

Akira sighed, scraping it into a to-go box, "Well, I think Savannah and I have some homework to do. I can run you home, if you like?"
Beyril shook her head, "Oh, you've done more than enough. I'll just walk!" she hurried to gather her things, "Uh, nice to uhm... meet you..."

She wasn't even really aware that Beyril was leaving, and didn't say a word.

After Beyril left, Akira tapped her phone screen, "She's gone. We can just talk now."

Savannah jumped, looking up at him, confused. Her face flushed suddenly and she slid the phone back into her pocket. "What was that all about?"

He pointed with a raised brow to where Beyril had been sitting.

She looked over at it before nodding. "And the interrogation?"

"Gave away more in her silence than anything." he shrugged. "But I'm sure you noticed."

"Of course," she said, scooting down so that she was directly in front of him. "How is the blood moon relevant?"

"That's the name of the biggest gang in the city. It was just a guess, but it looks to be right." He grinned.