Taking a few moments to observe my surrounding area to locate my 'date' and to reassure that the current environment was somewhat safe, with the bare minimum being that no one was tailing me. After making the notion that for now, everything was fine I continued to walk down the street in search for Miss. Tatamachi. Moments after this a voice became coherent in the near distance

"Mr.Kitagawa over here!"

Following the voice, a silhouette came into view

"Miss.Tatamachi? Is that you?"

Hands latched onto my shoulders, wait, is this an ambush?! No, calm down Dante, it's probably just some form of messing around people do on dates. Releasing my tense body posture from the hands latching onto my shoulders, the voice spoke once more.

"Yep! Are you ready to go?"

I nodded my head in response to her question, briefly after she latched onto my right shoulder. I suppose this was also another one of the dating customs people do when attending a first date, thus, I went along with it. After some time passed of walking, we finally reached the tavern that was the previous one discussed earlier. Entering the tavern, I severely hoped that luck would grace me and that no one would bring notice to the fact that a confrontation involving myself had happened during this morning. That's all I could hope for, right?  Following Miss,Tatamachi two a bridge wooden table with two seats, I proceed to pull out her chair for her to sit with a smile on my face.

"Wow, thank you, how chivalrous" she giggled softly

"Of course"

Now, there were three options. One, reintroduce myself. Two, make small banter. Three, wait silently for initiation of further conversation. Although these three options had their respective benificialities, one was definitely the safest and most efficient. This may be surprising, due to the fact the option revolves around the idea of me sharing information or even the probability of exploiting myself into sharing further information after that. However, either of these wouldn't matter in the slightest. If it did come to sharing information I had devised a series of precautions and things that would dissolve all liabilities. On the greater chance of it being advantageous to me was my real goal. This girl may seem like a sweetheart who just is a fruit vendor, but, even without substantiation to the allegations of her being more than that, on the off chance shes apart of something or that she knows anything of any range of knowledge, she would play right into the palm of my hand. Normally such tactics wouldn't be necessary, in this way though, either she rats out herself, or it's a few hours of wasted time. There was nothing invaluable to lose, only information to gain. One last time reviewing the possibilities of these confrontations the plan commenced.