Setsura is undoubtedly different from that woman. But, at the same time, she isn't. Chauncey didn't know what it was, but he felt like there was something similar about the two. What is it? The fact that Akito helped them? No, Akito would help anybody. His friend may have changed because of the incident, but he is not entirely hopeless. He won't abandon those who require help. Still, not just anyone could get Akito to break down his walls and confide in them. According to Victor, Akito harbors feelings for this woman.
Feelings? Akito? After what happened with the wife. Chauncey didn't think it would happen again. He should be happy for his friend, but it's challenging to do so. Chauncey saw first hand what love did to his friend before. If such a thing were to happen a second time, then Akito can never recover.
"Sir Long," Setsura spoke up and broke the silence.
"What?"
"If you're going to speak about work-related matters. I don't think this is the right place to speak about it."
Chauncey sighed, "It's nothing the general public won't find out," he trailed off and walked over. He placed a file in her hands.
"What's this?"
"Take a look if you're curious. I shall take my leave now," Chauncey didn't wait for the girl to reply and walked down the hallway. He didn't bother returning to the room and fetching his other belongings. Whenever he comes to these places, he purposely brings belongings that don't
"Wait a minute," a voice called out.
Chauncey turned and saw that Setsura had chased after him. "..."
"Take me home."
"Huh?"
...
Chauncey's gaze fell on the girl who was riding the carriage with him.
It seemed like by taking her home; he is meant to bring her to the street where Akito said he would pick her up. Of course, she wouldn't expose where Akito is living now. He can't underestimate this woman. She may look carefree right now, but underneath that careless side is a serious person. The two stepped out of the carriage and just as he was about to bid her goodbye.
"I'm hungry."
"Didn't you go out for dinner?" Chauncey said, puzzled.
"Yes, but I couldn't eat much since I had to greet people."
Well, he supposes that is natural. "Before Akito comes, shall I take you for dinner?"
"You'll pay? Sure."
This woman is messing with him again. A deep sigh escaped his lips. "Are you fine with a bar?"
Setsura nodded, and Chauncey led her down another street. The bar he took her too was actually one for the high class. Chauncey thought about it for a moment, it was already quite late. Past midnight, while the streets were still lit up and people were still around. Danger is lurking around every corner. So, Chauncey brought her to a place where he was a regular.
"Good evening, do you have a--"
Chauncey removed his hat, and the waitress paused. "Sir Long, please come this way."
Setsura looked at him, "So this is what they called using one's influence."
"..."
Why is this woman making it sound like a bad thing? Chauncey shook his head; there is no use getting worked up. The two of them followed the waitress. Eventually, they were seated, and Chauncey removed his cloak. His gaze fell on Setsura, who was shifting about uncomfortably. What's wrong with her?
"Is something the matter?"
"I've never been to a place like this before," Setsura admitted. "By bar, I thought you meant a normal one."
"If we actually went to a normal one, you would be harassed the moment you got inside," Chauncey sighed as a memory came to him.
Setsura nodded, "I suppose so.." she trailed off as Chauncey passed her a drink. "Is this sparkling water?"
"Yes," Chauncey trailed off. "I'm surprised…"
Setsura laughed, "You'll find out that I know a lot of things."
Is that the case? Because she is from the future? He looked at the girl who was staring at the menu with curious eyes. "Hmm," she tapped her fingers against the table.
Chauncey didn't know why, but he seemed to be captivated by that movement of hers. Now that Chauncey got a better look at her, the woman was very beautiful. With her long unusual hair color and those jewel-like eyes. While there are plenty of other girls, who have fairer skin, beautiful hair, this person stood far above the rest of them to him. Well, Akito's always had the better taste out of the three of them.
He watched as the girl's expression slowly changed to a complicated one. She was furrowing her eyebrows. "Que..Que…"
Chauncey chuckled and said it for her.
"Thank you, so what is it?"
"A quenelle is a mixture of creamed fish or occasionally meat. It can be combined with breadcrumbs, with a light egg binding, formed into an egg-like shape, and then cooked."
"Is it good?"
"It's western food," Chauncey nodded. "It's delicious."
"Then, I'll have some of this...and uhh…"
Chauncey smiled, "Shall we just order a full course?"
Setsura sighed in defeat, "Yes, please."
He called the waitress over, and the dishes soon arrived. Chauncey planned to explain more about how to eat these foods. But Setsura didn't look like she was struggling with her knife and fork. In fact, the girl appeared to be natural. What an unusual woman. Earlier she was fretting over the menu, but it's clear she has manners. Just when Chauncey thought he could figure things out about her, somehow, it ends up this way.
"Do you come from a rich family?" Based on what he has observed from her so far. Chauncey concluded that the woman was not a commoner.
Setsura sighed as she cut the piece of meat, "In a sense, yes. Do you think inquiring about me will make me spill?"
"That is not it. I'm simply curious. Because of your table manners."
"Ah," Setsura nodded. "I see."
After that comment, Chauncey noticed that she was acting completely different. She kept holding her knife and fork differently. This woman is truly trying to mess with him now. Why pretend and put on a front when he just saw her real skills…
"Akito is late, are you not worried?"
"He told me his work could run over the meeting time. It's okay. I'll just wait. I want to go home together with him."
She says some pretty straight forward things. Chauncey wonders if this woman even knows that.
"Still," Setsura looked down at the food in front of her. "I wonder if I should have started eating without him, I could have waited."
"Akito won't eat at this time if he's tired from work he will just go to sleep."
"That's true, sir. Long you work this late too?"
"Normally, I'd clock out at 11."
"Normally?"
"With the recent cases, I've had to work overtime. Sometimes a full night," Chauncey explained. "These hours are normal for the military police. My organization is not called out unless it is for an emergency." To hide, they ensure that all business stops before midnight. This way, they are already in their homes and safe from harm.