That was one thing you should never do while youâ€™re in the car. Moe was very particular about what he listened to while he drove and he really did not like the fact that the music had been changed. Usually he had no problem listening to country music, it was some good stuff, with a few exceptions that he felt were poor excuses of country singers, but he liked the relaxation that soft rock and roll brought to him while he drove. After a few minutes had passed he changed the station back to what he had but left the volume untouched. Nothing was said to her after he did so, his facial expression neutral, since it was obvious she was just trying to see what she could do to annoy him. She may or may not do it again but if his suspicions were right then she would. In fact it was almost like he was daring her to touch the radio again, disguising the dare with nonchalance just to see if she would.<br/><br/>â€œWith the exception of a few stops I will be driving the whole way there. It doesnâ€™t bother me any, you get use to wandering around at odd hours as a detective.â€ He replied with a bit of a shrug as he looked back at her through the rearview mirror once again. Though his eyes returned to the road once they hit the exit so he could search for that restaurant he was still keeping an eye on her, out of the corner of his eye. After all, figuring people out was part of his job. It was getting to the point where he really wanted to see what he was up against. He knew that she was stubborn and so was he so that was going to be fun to deal with already as he has already experienced the other night when he cuffed her and back at the hotel.<br/><br/>When they got to the parking lot, he discovered that the restaurant was not a fast food place like he had been expecting. Instead he was greeted with a Ruby Tuesdayâ€™s which was fine with him as long as they didnâ€™t go overboard. â€œAlright, since I donâ€™t feel like spending all night looking for a place to eat this will do. I donâ€™t care what you get but keep the price reasonable,â€ he told Korra as he got out of the car. He needed a rest after driving for so long anyway so this would be perfect rather than eating on the go. Technically he was in a rush to get back but the case would still be there for him. When they got inside they were taken to a table in the back (he was grateful that it was not that crowded) that had a nice view of the town they were in. All the lights made him think of home and caused him to get lost in thought for a moment.<br/><br/>Sometimes he missed home. Looking at him, one probably wouldnâ€™t be able to tell that Moe was from Baltimore, a â€˜Baltimoronâ€™ as some people often said, or that he had grown up practically in the ghetto. He looked like he had grown up in a middle class family and had a fairly decent life; â€˜normal. His driving might give him a way a bit, it was also pretty obvious he was more of a city person, and maybe the way he spoke as well, but what was true was the fact that he no longer had his natural accent. That was something he and Korra had in common. It came from working so much. Unless he was in the city or around people who were obviously from the city, he just sounded like someone from the North. Yeah, Maryland was technically a Southern state but stillâ€¦<br/><br/>â€œHello, my name is Bobby and Iâ€™ll be your waiter this evening.â€ A manâ€™s voice broke him away from thoughts. Bobby  handed the two of them menu and then prepared his little notepad, proceeding to list off all the specials they had this week, deals, soups, house favorites, anything that might be interesting. It was a typical waiter thing to do, in Moeâ€™s experience, bringing him back to when he was working at a restaurant. â€œWhat can I start the two of you off with?â€