Media also slid his menu to the waiter. "On second thought, I'll take a glass of water too." He requested. The waiter grumbled, took one last note, then walked back towads the kitchen. Media eventually settled down as they waited for their order, but not completely. He didn't want to make a big deal, but something felt wrong. He checked the restaurant around him, trying to find what was bothering him. Among the chatter, there were a few words that for whatever reason Media heard over by another table.
"....with him....."
".......messy mane, had glasses....."
Media tensed. He looked over where the voices were coming from, there was the same table the other group had been sat down. Strangely they had the same waiter, seemingly taking their order too. He couldn't believe it, had they already spread? How did they find-
Getting an idea, Media hurriedly reached for his saddlebags. While Clockwork & Nova may have been wondering what was with him, he could care less. Alas, no flash drive. "Come on, that had all my projects on it...." Somehow they must have picked up whatever fell out of his bag whenever Clockwork bumped into him, although how he couldn't imagine why. "Oh no, this is BA-"
"You're drinks, sirs & madam." The waiter from before had popped up with their beverages. Media tried his best to keep from losing it. "Uum, yes! Thank you very much!" He quickly took his drink and took a sip.