Ally stared after Moe, grabbing the napkin off the table and running out the door. He looked around, sighing in exaspersation when he saw no sign of Moe. Dinner forgotten, he headed home with the napkin clenched in his hand. Naturally, he didn't notice the car trailing him all the way home and speeding away after he walked inside. [s]Because god forbid a main character ever notice something that will be crucial to their plotline later on.[/s] Ha. Anyways. 
Ally laid in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling for a moment. He had already entered Moe's number into his phone, and held the mobile device above his head. He opened up texting, and sent a single text to Moe before playing a game to pass the time.

[b] hey old man!! Its ally the guy who ruined your sweatshirt with stolen coffee.[/b]