"Thank you," Emily smiled, letting the older man pull out her seat for her at the table their waiter had seated them at once they arrived to the restaurant. It was small, just out of town, and the dimly lit and smoky atmosphere reminded the agent of the bars she used to go to when she was a teenager. "This is lovely."

Jake sat himself down across from the brunette and ordered the best wine from the menu. "This restaurant is the oldest in town, built in 1875."

Hearing a tapping on a microphone, Emily turned her head to see a woman dressed in a twenties looking dress with a feather sticking out from her bun. "Is this a theme restaurant?"

"Basically, yes," he nodded to his date. "There are blues and jazz singers here every night, but the woman over on the stage is the restaurant's greatest. Her name is Delilah Jay."

Emily gave a thankful smile to the waiter as he began to pour her glass of wine. "Have you heard her before?"

The older man looked to his date with wide eyes. "Everyone in Providence has," he grinned. "If you're a visitor in town, everyone knows to tell you to come here. Her voice always makes you feel better."

Seeing the small little sense of reminiscence in the chief detective's eyes, Emily leaned forward in her seat. "Is everything alright?"

"No, of course," he nodded. "Just a memory."

"Well I'm sorry that I'm not dressed appropriately," the FBI agent laughed, trying her best to lighten the mood of the evening. "I didn't have a dress in my go-bag."

Jake watched with nervous eyes as the younger woman took her first sip of wine, the pantsuit that she seemed to hate fitting her snugly in all the right places. "I think you look beautiful."

The ebony haired woman smiled into her wine glass as she took another sip. "Thank you, Jake. You look very handsome."

"I did strip myself of the working suit," he nodded hastily, keeping his smile tamed as he heard the laughter of the government employee running through the restaurant. "Two piece," the Providence detective smiled, gesturing to the ensemble he was wearing.

Emily let herself smile cheerfully at the older man. "Nice," she agreed.

"So when has your flight been delayed until?"

Scratching gently at her temple, the brunette agent looked up to her date and nodded. "Eight tomorrow morning, I believe."

Jake's blue eyes lingered on the beautiful woman's lips for just a second as he watched her drink the blood liquid in her wine glass. "Do you enjoy that part of your job?"

"The traveling?" Emily paused for a second to think before nodding her head. "Most of the time, yes. But it's a little hard to sightsee while chasing murderers and kidnappers."

"Well then I hope tonight helps with that."

Emily shared a grin with the older man as their waiter came back to take their order. "It definitely does," she nodded, clinking her glass against the chief detective's.