Amuné nodded.  "Yes, I figured as much."  She finished the last bit of her salad and slid the bowl a few inches further away.  When she did, Jareth dropped the fry he was playing with and looked up.  Usually he ate like he was starving, but concern about what was coming had made him misplace his appetite.  The young lady noticed, her eyes taking in the mound of fries that remained, but she made no comment, instead getting to her feet.  She said farewell to Curly on their way out, who gave them a cheerful wave.

As she descended the stairs, the college student pulled out her phone.  "What's your number?" she asked Tsitua, swiping her thumb across the screen to unlock it.  "I'll be ready by six thirty, but I'll need to let you know where to meet me."  Amuné figured he or his cronies would be keeping an eye on her, but she didn't want to set the location in advance.  The less time he had to scope the place out, the harder it would be to pull off an ambush.

((can add to if needed, but do need to know if he gives her a number [@TheMinorFall]))