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[color=Silver]	[i]Someone[/i] took the immediate call of response towards Sid's arrival. It was always that little bit extra of flattery whenever he was served prior to seating, simply for the fact he still hadn't gotten used to it. It was never often that he went out to eat at something that wasn't anything he'd cook in his small and compact apartment. At first glance of the Sushi bar, he wanted to snap a photo that'd likely been taken a million times by other eager advertisement firms, but the rapid arrival of a staff member shooed down that idea. So, he wandered in, with his own in-the-moment dedicated staff member pretending like he was the main event; just another customer, he thought to himself, and soon enough he was seated in a relatively close-to-the-till chair on his own.

	On his mind sat the eagerness of his handler's last conversation. Langley had been that sort of pain-in-the-ass, relief-in-the-cheeks sort of fella that'd done a lot for him where others hadn't. At any other point in time, a dressing down from a newspaper boss would be another day at the office, or where a reporter might've bumped past him were he the photographer who'd killed their parents, yet that time around he felt a strange mix of urgency and embarrassment. Nothing he'd delivered for two months had any worth, apart from the odd mid-page article about peculiar portions of the midnight hours. His income rate had somewhat plummeted as such, and the occasional odd-job freelancer gig had been more likely to scathe past the rent margin he'd done so little to meet. Everything had spiralled out into a cycle of disappointing clients, disappointing handlers, disappointing himself and thus disappointing the balance of stress he had been tight-roping for the last year.

	And that had found himself there, taking an order of food he shouldn't have been taking for the sake of money saving. But he was an adult, and the best part about that had always been disregarding any sort of self-control over minor, menial things in the pursuit of a good meal. Sidney twirled a pen between his fingers as they came by once again to ask what he wanted. He never properly checked the restaurant's name for it, but it had shrimp in it, and that alone was enough to catch his attention. And so, with the flick of his wrist, and with the usual planting of his freelance business card into the worker's pocket, with a wink that told them: tell someone higher up the chain if they need me, he sat and waited for the meal that had given him lots to desire for. Perhaps the day could've snowballed into something wonderful, or dangerous, or exciting and beyond all things he could've experienced; perhaps there was someone waiting to greet him, or to come into his life for either positive or negative effect, but for now, he simply waited for that order with a rumbling stomach and a mind focused on what his next lead was for the best photo he'd give that month.[/color]