[Ribbons was about to take a turn at a street corner when he picks up on the humming. As a knee-jerk reaction, he presses his back flat against a wall, quietly blending back into the shadows and trying to recognize whose humming it was...
And when she passed, something caught in his throat: the club, the music, the drinks, the walk back home; then her worried face when she talked about Saya. It has been a month for her and just a day or so for him.
Thinking fast: much as he would like to remain hidden, he would rather not be taken for a creepy stalker, specially this time of night. Would she know about what he did? He does not know. Might as well face the music and risk another punch to the face. Calm, and in his usual charming tone --]