Amsu waits for a few minutes after she leaves before hailing the waitress over and requesting the bill. He leaves a bountiful tip, even with the prices for this high end place. He had driven tonight, so takes he takes his time getting into the cobalt 2009 mustang's sleek leather interior. There's something bothering him about the reporters vanishing. Tonight of all nights, especially. He drives into the business section of the city, seeing if he can gather any information while staying low key.<br/><br/>He's parked in a garage not to far away from the magazine's building when his cellphone goes off from where he had stuck in in the alcove above the radio before leaving the restaurant's parking lot. He doesn't know the incoming callers number, but he flips open the phone to see who it is anyway. He looks at the digital time readout while he answers. He still had a few hours before the sun rose over the city and he once again would be drawn into day sleep.<br/><br/>"Hello?," he asks smoothly, wondering if Lily was alright.