Well, he certainly did seem to know about Jillian. Anastasia found herself wishing her face was still red from the running so it would cover the light blush she got from the accusation. "She asked if I would like going out with her every once in a while, too. I don't know how serious she is about it, though."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Across town that evening, a young man with black hair that had a strip of gold in it would walk into a bar and awkwardly worm his way through the thick crowd that he met. Odd that a random bar like this would be so crowded. You'd think it was some huge nightclub where all the big name celebrities hung out if it were slightly larger or trendier. After a minute of struggling, Moon finally managed to grab the last empty stool at the bar and took a seat, relieved to have the chance to ignore the crowd behind him. Although he was an MBF pilot, and a foreign one at that, he didn't really look like either, so he remained relatively anonymous.<br/><br/>He waited a while for the bartender to finally come over and, when they did, ordered a vodka without looking up.