Plans were made and argued over, then finally settled with evening tea. Early morning found Hakuba calling around to make reservations, track down information, and ensure that all of said hard-won plans would not go to waste because of a simple oversight. In many ways, planning this evening excursion was a lot like working on one of his case files. The major differences being that one was geared toward entertainment and the other resulted in a paycheck. 

Regardless, with plans safely made and suit freshly pressed, Saguru Hakuba ignored his mother’s well-wishes of ‘good luck,’ ‘have fun,’ ‘make good choices,’ and ‘tell me EVERYTHING when you get home’, and got into his car. Then he checked to make sure that he had everything he’d meant to have packed. Which he did. And then he checked again. 

Finally, after another completely compulsive check of both his wrist and pocket watch, the romancing detective sped out to the motorway and toward the address that had been emailed to him previously. 

if he’d been honest with himself, he would admit that he was slightly nervous. Formal outings like this were unusual for him, despite how much flirting and carrying on he routinely did. Actually, the more he thought about it, he couldn’t remember when it was that he’d last gone on an official date. Uhm. Months…? Possibly taking Koizumi-san out before she tore his heart apart? Hm. Awkward…

He grimaced, trying to push back the memory by going over his plans again. It was going to be a good evening for them both, he was determined! Nothing would go wrong because he had planned and organized and checked! It would be perfect! Yes, good! 

All too soon, he arrived at the address with a little bit of time to spare. Which was good, really, because that meant that he could get his camera out, as planned, ready to start taking photos the moment Emi came out of the building. It was part of his design, after all, and a devilish one at that.