Hakuba arrived at the little ramen shop fifteen minutes early. He hadn’t intended to, but with the way that the train schedules worked and his calculations (nerves factored in), it had just sort of… happened. Wringing his hands, he scanned the area to ensure that Hattori hadn’t yet arrived, then requested a booth from the girl on staff. There he settled, keeping track of the time with his wrist and pocket watch, and went over a stack of case files while he waited. 

Nothing to it. It would be fine. Just like an awkward business lunch. He just needed to think of Hattori as a client. Yes, that would do.