No, she really didn’t care.  Hinata eyed the location her charge was supposed to be dispassionately.  She’d much rather get a tour of the back office and learn more about the publishing industry than go running after the idiot that created.. ‘manga’ (trash).  However, with the smile Ishida-san was giving her, she really doubted that that would be the appropriate answer.  The man had to be rejoicing that he wasn’t stuck with playing babysitter anymore, and this had to be a common occurrence given how calmly Ishida-san was handling Izumi-san’s disappearance.<br/><br/>She scanned around her but couldn’t see over the various people and bookshelves.  She’d chosen a short pair of heels today to maintain a more professional image.  What a waste of effort on her part.<span style="color: pink">“Can you try calling him?”</span>They both waited as Ishida-san produced his phone and rang the errant artist.  Unsurprisingly, there was no answer.  Hinata sighed; it had been worth a shot.<span style="color: pink">“Given you know Izumi-san longer than I have, do you have any suggestions where he may have gone to?”</span><br/><br/>She pulled out her own smartphone and opened up google maps.  Her fingers flicked over the screen, typing in first the current address and then zooming in to see what stores were nearby.  Izumi-san had mentioned wanting food earlier and Ishida-san had commented that Izumi-san might have over-slept.  Maybe he hadn’t had breakfast yet?<span style="color: pink"> “What kind of food does he like?”</span>She asked, interrupting Ishida-san’s apologies that though he’d worked with Izumi-kun for a few years now, given how random Izumi-kun could be, Ishida-san wasn’t sure blah blah blah.  Got it, Ishida-san was being useless on purpose.  It was so obvious that she didn’t bother wasting energy glaring at him.  Ishida-san might be a professional but he hadn’t grown up with Rei as an older sister.<br/><br/>“Oh, uh, he likes everything?”<br/><br/>This time Hinata couldn’t keep the sigh from coming out.  Of course.  Izumi-san liked<span style="font-style: italic">everything</span>, just like he liked personal assistants she’d bet, which must be why he’d stayed around so very long on her first day.  There were five restaurants close by: two fast food chains, a fancy sit down restaurant, a general sells-everything restaurant, and a crepe shop.  There was also a Lawsons about half a block away and a Seven Eleven three blocks away.  Manga-kas liked junk food, right?  Maybe one of the fast food chains?  She zoomed out on her smartphone, scanning the map from a higher vantage.  At this level of detail, only the McDonalds, Seven-Eleven, and the general sells-everything restaurant were visible.  Which of the three to go for?<br/><br/>She paused and turned her head to look at the still amicable Ishida-san.  Just because he was useless.. Hinata flashed a pleasant smile at Ishida-san before turning around and walking back up the stairs.  Entering the second floor once more, she scanned the room for the secretary from earlier.  The woman was absent, but a man was leaving one of the rooms.  He wore the standard outfit for most salary men: short-sleeved collared shirt, tie, and slacks.  He even had wire-rimmed, circular glasses.  How stereotypical.<br/><br/><span style="color: pink"> “Excuse me, sir!”</span>She waved to catch his attention, striding up to the now curious man.<span style="color: pink">“I’m new around here and was wondering.. where would you recommend as a good place to eat for lunch?”</span>She smiled cutely at him, showing him her smartphone.  The man blushed and fiddled with his glasses even as he focused on the map.  “Uhm..”  He coughed at the unexpected crack in his voice, “I’d suggest.. this one?  It sells just about everything, so you should be able to get whatever you want.”<br/><br/><span style="color: pink">“Thank you so much!”</span>Hazel eyes scanned the badge clipped to the man’s pocket,<span style="color: pink">“Kita-san!”</span>With another bright smile, she waved goodbye to him before turning and heading back out.  She instinctively reached out and snagged the still smiling Ishida-san, too used to having to drag Shirou around with her.  Her other hand zoomed in on the general restaurant’s location, memorizing the directions.<br/><br/>When they entered the restaurant, Hinata finally released her captive.  She ignored the pleasant “Welcome!” from the waiters as she scanned the room in search of Izumi-san.  A head loomed above the crowds like a sore thumb.  Messy black hair was pulled in a loose ponytail, blending with a baggy black t-shirt.  She stalked up to the person, certain it was her escapee.  Pleasant smile on her face, she crossed her arms to trap her hand from reaching out and yanking on the infuriating ponytail.<span style="color: pink"> “Izum-san! Please don’t wander off in the future!  You’ll make me and Ishida-san very worried!”</span>