The girl looks at Rockwell, eyes wide. "S-sure... in an hour? Sure, it's fine", she says, taking the card from the officer. She gives a long, odd look after him as he makes his dashing escape. "Funny gaijin", she muses aloud, before walking away and throwing the card into a nearby trash can.

Good grief. It's like he's not seen a pretty person in his life, Fujii Hinata thinks as he heads away, taking some pride in qualifying himself as "pretty" and the thought that Rockwell had fallen for him so easily. How can someone that old be so easily flustered? Oh well... this might turn out to be fun still...