Thirty minutes. It seemed as if he'd gotten what he wanted, but a dart of anxiety ran through him before he could respond. "Yeah. Yeah, half hour works fine." His mind was already racing about what it was he should wear.
When he hung up, he glanced at his watch and went into his room to attack his closet. He didn't know which would be worse, looking like he'd tried to hard or looking like a total slob. There was a high likelihood of both. Leo had little to no fashion sense, and before this moment, he'd staunchly defended the fact that such a skill was utterly superfluous. Finally deciding on casual slacks and a Pink Floyd t-shirt, Leo headed down to the street so he could walk the few blocks to the cafe.
Arriving shortly thereafter, he grabbed a booth and looked around. Hiro was going to look out of place here. Then again, Leo figured the man looked out of place lots of places.
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