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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 596524" data-attributes="member: 9167">FU KIM RestaurantBellaire Chinatown, DIHO Mall3:20pm<img src="http://www.vietnamtown.com/houston/pix216x140/new_h07.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />The noise in the restaurant was almost deafening.  Plates clanking, glasses clinking and the drone of musical languages echoed throughout the small café nestled in the heart of Bellaire Chinatown.  It was the afternoon and in the corner a few seniors from Saint Agnes Academy, a private prep school just a couple blocks away, were giggling about school work and who knows what else.All kinds of smells drifted over the tables, exotic and mundane, aromatic spices, and the hint of ice tea.  On one corner, a young man sat with his father, the father apparently digging in the food set before him with relish.“It gets better every time I come here,” the older man declared to his son stuffing another chopstick full of rice into his mouth.  He indicated with his chopstick at the giggling high school girls, especially at one really cute red head, that were whispering and pointing their way.  “I think they recognize you, Mike.”Two tables away another older man sat patiently awaiting his meal with his dinner companion, a young Vietnamese woman with a serious expression on her face that never seemed to vanish.  They could be heard talking about their work while obviously waiting for someone to join them.  “Carlos, I know this isn’t your area, but I really think that Dr. Harrison was wrong about this one.  The outbreaks are getting worse.  I’ve never heard of anything like that,” the woman was saying in an agitated voice.  “If you would step into the emergency room, you would know what I’m talking about.”Over at another table, another young man had just started dumping the empty dishes and wiping down a table.  Beside him a darker-skinned young man with a smile that never seemed to leave his happy face winked at his friend.  “That lady is pretty, Ferris-o, no?” he spoke with strong Latino accent as he gestured to the young woman just entering the café.Striking in more ways the one, the woman bore a strong resemblance to the female physician sitting at the table.  An exotic tilt to laughing eyes and a friendly mouth, she waved to the physicians, heading their way.OOC: Gwolf, Jemal, Velenne, all three of you are up.  Please post the (location/time) at the top of your post when you do.  I’d like a good description of your characters and what they’re currently thinking plus anything else you’d like to do.EDIT: Sorry, realized I had the wrong time on there.  Its the afternoon, right afterschool.</blockquote>

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