Mafia Plot: The Old Diner
It hadn’t taken Emeraude long to get from the Stark speakeasy where she had been killing an hour or two to the old diner where she had agreed to meet Tamaki. He had mentioned wanting to speak to her about something - she wondered briefly if it was going to be like that meeting she had eavesdropped on the day Shinju got shot. At any rate, history couldn’t repeat itself that soon.
She wondered if she was too overdressed for what she anticipated to be a casual meeting between friends. It wasn’t like she had dressed down for the speakeasy, but it wasn’t like the average person would be wearing such a dress in that old diner. She quickly reached up as she pushed through the door, smiling at the servers who greeted her, and pulled her hair out of its updo. She had learned from years of experience that an outfit was instantly made fancier with an updo, and knew that its removal would hopefully not tip Tamaki off to what she was doing beforehand.