He had been cooped up inside for too long. Usually he would wander the city, no particular destination in mind. It was an activity to keep him moving, nothing more. But the ad on the journal system caught his attention, and a change of pace didn't sound so bad.

Auron entered the restaurant and immediately headed for a table in one of the corners, back to the wall. As he sat he took off his sunglasses--more of a hinderance in the dim lighting than anything else--and waited for someone to come by. A drink didn't sound that bad.