There was an awkward silence between the two, mostly maintained by the man. Joseph was in deep sorrow from the misunderstanding he had made about the term "stake-out". Who would've known it meant more than what it sounded? The embarrassment was long lasting in his heart, and all he could wish of Charlotte was to not bring it up again to make fun of him and his mistake. But hey, at least they got actual meat. Joseph chewed on his piece of steak silently.

Lucky for him, Joseph's thoughts of his embarrassment could wait as he noticed a strangely familiar figure staring at him from outside the restaurant window. A grim grin flashed on his face, on which Joseph noticed a pair of inhumanly sharp fangs. Startled by the sudden encounter, Joseph nearly rocketed out of his chair. He could hardly hold himself back now. Gesturing Charlotte to follow, Joseph walked out of the restaurant to face the man outside. The figure remained silent.
"Hey there! You seem like an odd man."
Silent or not, Joseph started a conversation.
"I'm not sure if I can't see your reflection on the restaurant window. Or if I can. And I'm not sure if I saw a pair of fangs when you smiled, or if I didn't see a pair of fangs."
Joseph circled around the man as if scanning for anything dangerous. Though there was no evident proof that this man was Straizo, he could feel it. This was the traitor he'd been looking for.