The chatter of Olive Garden was lively, the sun slowly making it's descent below the horizon. But no need to worry, the olive garden closes at 12 AM, and it's only 7 PM, enough time to go over the project. Jack Nakamura wore a black button up, simple but sleek. He sat across from you, holding a notebook and pencil as the waitress replaced the empty container with more bread. The two of you waited for your orders. He occasionally glanced up at you, as if wanting to say something, but didn't...