Felix, as a rule, did not care a great deal about food. Fish and chips, cold cuts, or a full-course Italian feast -- it was all a means to an end for him. However, the one thing that he did have a weakness for was sushi. He adored the colorful rolls and the odd flavors, and the wide variety of choices available. Sake and plum wine didn't hurt, either.

Today, he was interested in trying a new sushi counter that promised experimental flavors, but he was having a difficult time locating the newly-opened restaurant using the GPS on his phone. As he strolled down the street, dressed in his usual bold paisley with his hair escaping his attempt at a queue, Felix caught sight of the man with the exceedingly fine face, and zeroed in on him for assistance.

"Do pardon me," he said brightly. "I don't suppose you're familiar with this area?"