Once the sun starts to drop, Johnny checks his phone for restaurants near then and locates an authentic sushi and robata place a couple blocks away. Seems just the thing, for some reason. He curves his trajectory to take them both there, and shoots Gabe another text.

"Okay, he should be here any minute," he says, pocketing his phone. "He can do that." He steps in and nods to the hostess, who greets them with a little bow. He holds up three fingers; she gathers menus and leads them over to a booth.