It was a normal day, as far as Tenten was concerned. In one hand she had a bag of groceries from the local market, the other free, just in case. It wasn't as though the bag itself couldn't be used as a weapon, but that would break the eggs, and breaking the groceries with someone else's face wasn't on her list of things to do today.

Speaking of faces... Her head tilts with curiosity at the sight of Itachi touching someone's face. No one she knew, but that was certainly her Itachi, if his clothing was anything to judge by. He wasn't tense, and certainly didn't appear to be under duress or genjutsu. Without hesitation, she makes her way over, stopping before their table and letting her free hand rest easily on her hip. Lips quirking into a smile, she only gives the other a cursory glance, then asks, "Am I interrupting anything, Itachi-sama?" If the other was a threat, she's certain he'd find a way to communicate it to her.