"Maybe we could go hunting for it together. It'd be an adventure."

"I do like adventures. Let's wait to pick a day until we've had our meeting and figured out what's happening to our schedule, though?"

Joker nods. "Yeah, solid plan."

She lets go Shiho's hand for a moment and stretches her arms out above her head, then settles back against the seat again and taps her palm against her thigh. "We'll see how it goes."

"Yeah, we will."

An automated announcement comes over the speakers. "Shibuya. Now approaching... Shibuya. Please stand clear of the doors."

"I should probably give Akira back the body, shouldn't I? It's her date after all." 

Joker gives a little wave. 

And it's Akira who stands, takes Shiho's hand, and disembarks the train. 

The difference in body language isn't subtle. Akira stands like she's afraid she might trespass on someone else's space; the contrast to Joker's casual stretches couldn't be more obvious. 

Most people, of course, aren't looking for it.

Shiho, however, is, and takes Akira's hand with a gentle squeeze as they step out into the station together. "Hey," she greets her with a smile.

"Hey." Akira smiles. "Which way to the dumpling place?"

"Not far." Shiho leads the way up from the platform into the Shibuya underground, then from there up into Station Square, before turning toward a small side street. Half a block off the square they reach a tiny dumpling stand with a short line in front of it, even this long before supper. A menu over the window offers bowls of gyōza with any of several different meat options for the filling: pork, beef, chicken, vegetarian, or combinations.

"Tada."

Akira gets in line. "Looks great. I've heard that small shops always have the tastiest food: do you think it's true?"

"I don't know about always," Shiho replies, walking up beside her, "but these are definitely the best gyōza I've had."

"Any kind in particular you'd recommend, or...?"

"The pork's classic and what they're best at, that's what I usually get, but their chicken's really good too. The beef is hit or miss sometimes. The vegetarian is pretty solid but not amazing."

"I think I'll try the chicken then. You said there were tables around here somewhere?" 

Akira looks around for someplace to sit. 

"I'll get pork, then, and you can try some of mine if you want. Seats are back in the square, so we'll be walking back there once we have our food."

"Right, okay, that makes sense. So... you were going to share music with me, yeah? Any bands in particular you wanted to show me?"

"Danger Gang for one," she replies with a nod, "and some other vkei groups after that. Then see if anything else pops out at me based on what you like from those."

"Alright." Akira fishes in her bag for her wallet and gets out her money. "You brought your headphone splitter?"

"Yep!" She pulls it out of a side pocket on her bag. "You brought your headphones?"

Akira pulls a pair of beat-up headphones with a faded sticker of a dinosaur over one earpiece out of her bag. They look like they would have been high quality once, but now the foam earpads have started to escape their frayed faux-leather enclosure. 

"I've had these since I was ten," she says. "They were a birthday present from my father."

Shiho squeezes Akira's hand, quiet for a moment before replying with a soft smile, "Dinosaur sticker, good taste."

Akira laughs. "Yeah, I was super into them. The obsession passed eventually but I still really like them."

"Entirely sensible of you. I like dinosaurs too."

And then it's their turn at the front of the line.

"Two large bowls, one pork and one chicken, please." Turning back to Akira, she asks, "Want anything to drink?"

"I think I'd like an orange ramune."