It was only a day while ago that he had gotten to know the location of this interestingly named noodle bar, when he was looking around in the Black Market District for a proper location for a meeting with not too many eyes focussed on him and his guest. The bar was only a stone's throw from the main street and mostly known by only the locals and busiest during dinnertime and otherwise just for take-aways. It wasn't that they were open during the day (and night) but most people preferred to be served by real-life waiters and not by the single robot that was serving the noodles during lunchtime. It was quite the unusual AI, because it was only programmed to serve food and have a very simple talk with you, that was it. The biggest problem though was its lack of common English, speaking only a few key words in that language and all other, more complex things were programmed in either Chinese or Japanese, which made it hard to understand it if you weren't used to the language per se.
Isaac was already sitting in one of the booths of the small restaurant section of the noodle bar, which had place for probably ten people in total in its entirety. He had ordered a very dark Bex Stout Nitro, one of their most bitter and earthy tasing beers with a hint of sweetness. He was looking outside the window to try and spot the person he was waiting for and had put his leather jacket next to him on the couch, now clothed in a simple black shirt and cargo pants, his auburn hair tied back.