Emma's find was somehow even more disgusting than Uriel had previously anticipated. Had it been just a bone splinter or a finger bone, it may have been attributed to an accident, but finding a teeth on a taco was hard to explain. Still, Uriel decided to listen to Emma and wait for the night and see what she meant by saying things got interesting at night because, as grossed out as he was, he was even more curious than before.
They remained in silence by the window of the sixth floor looking outside, all the while Emma addressed him some odd glances from time to time. It got Uriel uncomfortable to the point where he finally snapped.
"What is it? Do I have something on my face?"
"It's just that... did you get a haircut or something?"
"I did." He replied shortly.
