Hino reached the bridge first, though she didn't surprise herself with that. Although she planned to walk with utmost calm, she ended up quickening her pace after ending her call with Elliot. Was it the competitive nature in her, or the fact that she wanted him to worry and cringe. It seemed fun, so ten minutes later, she leaned against the wooden pillars that supported the bridge, gazing into a faint glimmer of water that ran beside the walkway. Shaded by the bridge from what lights existed in the park, she could barely see where the path ended and the stream began. But then, park hours didn't exist after dark so no one noticed the fallacy but her. She wished she smoked so she could have something to do.

Finally, she heard the scuffle of shoes approaching from the other side of the bridge. She tensed for a second, but recognized the breathing patterns, even as ragged as they were. One of her skills as a hands-on thief. She had to know people in the dark and it wasn't like they met only once before.

Not pulling away from her leaning position, Hino called out, a hint of a smirk in her voice. "You're late." Which, according to her phone, he was, but a single minute. Honestly, she found herself impressed and it did tell her that Elliot lived closed. He walked, or ran rather. So not as close as the bar, but in what direction? She smiled to herself as she puzzled over the information, but refrained from asking outright. It would come in time. She, knew how to be patient. Sometimes.