Shamal's grin faltered, and he sighed, standing and reaching (with his non-broken hand) into his back pocket. He knows when there was a time to get going. He pulls out a scraggly looking leather wallet, and deposits a few dollar pills under his coffee cup. Just enough to pay for all the caffeine they had been drinking, "Well, bella, while this has been a wonderful date, I'm afraid I think my presence has warn out it's welcome"