For a moment, Chizue stared blankly at the sleek business card offered to her. Had they really not exchanged contact information before now? It seemed almost bizarre to her but she supposed he had sent someone to her home unannounced to fix the damage that he'd done all those months ago. She reached for the card, only to flash him a warm smile as she tucked it into the pocket of her jeans. "Sure, thanks!" This would, at least, make her impromptu moving process significantly easier, the young woman all but determined, in her current state, to upheave the entirety of her world - one that would begin immediately with the quitting of a job that Chizue, frankly, dreaded going to. Such a plan, however, demanded that she start with at least getting his order in. It would hardly be fair to Oliver, after all, if she merely quit and left him without the food he originally came for. She pivoted upon her heels, striding with far more confidence than what she usually carried herself with as she made her way towards the point of sale system. Her fingers moved quickly across the screen, as she inserted his order, only to make her way with the same purpose towards the bar to retrieve a double cognac - far greater liquor in the cup then what she had been taught to pour.

The rather full glass was placed carefully in front of him before Chizue slid into the booth across from him. The warm smile upon her feminine features only seemed to increase with his softly uttered word of appreciation. Her chin settled upon her open palm, her chocolate irises focused on him as she watched him sip his drink. She listened as he insisted he would have ordered something beyond the shepherd's pie, had he known where his evening would lead him. Oliver's concern was brushed off entirely with a flick of her wrist as she informed him of the plastic cutlery they slid into every 'to go' order. His insistence that he was well aware of the invention of plastic cutlery prompted an almost quizzical look from the girl - Chizue failing to follow his train of thought entirely as her shoulders lifted in a dismissive shrug. Her gaze continued to linger upon him - at least until his eyes met her own for a single fleeting moment. It was rare when her natural timidness overrode that overwhelming confidence that had come to personify her, Chizue eyes immediately cast towards the window as if the freedom that lingered beyond those glass panes was nothing short of remarkable.

Her gaze hardly lingered for long, however, as Oliver inquired about her plan for after her termination of employment. His tone alone seemed suspicious, as if he doubted Chizue had thought long upon her seemingly whimsical idea to simply upheave her life - and frankly, he had every right to believe that. Nevertheless, the asian girl was quick upon her feet, offering a destination that seemed far better to her then the restaurant that had imprisoned her for far too long. Oliver seemed to agree with her idea, his head bobbing as he admitted it would certainly work - after all, it had everything the restaurant did, didn't it? Namely, a table for which he could continue his meal. Rather, it was her companion's sudden insistence that she could change her mind, however, that caught Chizue off guard. Immediately her nose wrinkled as her head shook side to side. "I could, but I don't want to." Even though she knew her decision making was rather impeded at the moment, this...felt right. His inquiry on how she might quit, however, caused a glimpse of confusion across her features, Chizue clearly hadn't considered there was more then one way to terminate her employment.

His suggestion that she consider announcing her plans to simply 'run away' with Sacrosanct's most eligible bachelor brought an immediate laughter to her lips as her head shook, "I think your assistants like you." She pointed out with a raised brow, that smile still present even if Chizue turned far more serious on the matter at hand. "They're not my friends, they won't care either way, I'm just going to tell the manager I'm quitting. It's not going to be a big deal." Chizue answered with a small shrug of her shoulders. In fact, she was rather certain no one would care, much less notice her absence. Certainly not enough to fret over whatever bachelor she was apparently 'running away' with. "You're supposed to be drinking." She pointed out to him, keenly redirecting his attention back towards the still rather full glass.

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