Joshua glanced around the sandwich shop as he entered, the little bell going off over his head. It wasn't a bad location, he decided--busy enough that they wouldn't stand out, but not crowded either so they would have a chance to sit away from everyone else and talk. The large windows of the storefront left a bit to be desired, though. Too much opportunity to be seen, or magicked, or sniped.
He wanted to believe he was just being paranoid, but he knew too well that in this city, even the third option was possible.
Not seeing Mirage (he thinks briefly of that black hair, and blushes, and pushes the thought away), he takes the best seat he can find--one that gives a good view of the store, and the street outside, and the door. He'd like to have his back to something solid, but this will have to do. And he waits.