Watching the girl stand up and walk away, it twinged at Milo's mind. He just had a feeling, something telling him that she'd walked away one too many times in the past. In their past. It felt odd. Opening his mouth to stop her, he realized what he was doing, and simply followed her with his eyes as she left the table. Something about this girl...<br/><br/>As he sat there, he thought about the case. Yi Long apparently didn't need more money coming from a rich family. And his family had always been rich, to the point some thought he descended from the final Ming emperor.<i> Which emperor was that again? Chongzen? Yeah, the one that ruled from 1611 to 1644. Hanged himself on the tree at Jingshan Park. </i>Milo smiled a little at the thought of the five peaks just north of the Forbidden City, he'd remembered when he had toured there before he had actually moved to the country. It was truly a beautiful site, and one he had enjoyed remembering.<br/><br/>Thinking about her remark on the way he stated 'date' made his smile bigger. Even though he'd made sure he said dinner, and referred to seeing Yi Long as a date, she still called it a date that a man pays for. He wasn't one to typically overthink things, but she'd obviously deemed it as more than just a dinner date, and from what he could tell, she had enjoyed herself. He'd started to grin as he realized how long it had been since he'd taken a break from work long enough to go on a date that didn't involve work.<br/><br/>As Xiao Yu walked out of the bathrooms, he tried to hide his grin, and finished off his drink. She offered to take him to a hotel, and he was glad. The day had been a long one, and the headache still rang quietly in the back of his mind. Even though he enjoyed the girl's company, he wouldn't mind feeling a little of rest's embrace either.<br/><br/>"Thank you, dove, for the lovely night, and I'd appreciate the ride. I wouldn't want to be a bother though."<br/><br/>Still smiling, he stood up, pushing in his chairs, and leading her out the doors, thanking the kind elderly lady for the wonderful meal. Even with the headache and jet lag, nothing was going to make his night like a real comfortable bed.<br/><br/>"What time would you prefer to meet at the dig tomorrow, we have a lot of people to got through if we want to get this case closed. I'm fine with any time as long as I get a bit of sleep first. Long days, short nights, the best kind of work schedule," he grinned at the last sentence, knowing she probably understood exactly how those workdays went.