Pulling to a stop in front of the Italian cafe she sighed. Why could she not make this easier for him? Selene wished she could do something about Creed. This was his fight and she did not feel it was her place to step in. Unless he asked for her help. She glanced at him, her eyes on his dangerous hands. "Perhaps tonight is not the night for dessert." He was tense, angry, the best place for him was likely his own apartment where he could focus and clear his head. "If he is watching there is no sense in letting him see more then he ought to. Let's get you home." Then Selene would be promptly returning to the comfort of her own home to work out some frustrations of her own. Alone.
The car pulled away from the curb and she headed away from the cafe and towards his place in Chinatown.