The kimono-clad girl led him to his table, she had thankfully (hopefully) not noticed whatever stupid look was on his face while he was lost in thought. As he followed behind he took in the atmosphere of the restaurant, low lights, traditional oriental decor and there weren't too many patrons; the place was fairly quiet, save the background music.  Kyle was led to a table for two and unzipped his coat, draping it over the chair before seating himself.  He was still in work uniform, just a simple blue collared button up shirt with khaki slacks, comfortable, casual and professional.

[color=LemonChiffon]"What would you like to drink?"[/color] She asked, raising her pen to the notebook in her hands. [color=LemonChiffon]"We have coffee, tea, water, Pepsi products, and a variety of alcoholic beverages."[/color]

Kyle pondered for a moment as she began listing some of the alcoholic drinks.  He wasn't too familiar with alcohol as he didn't drink often, but he did like sake and one of the brands she listed caught his attention, a buddy back home recommended it to him. [color=LimeGreen]"I'd like a glass pour of Isojiman sake, warm please."[/color] a sort of reaction kicked in and he reached for his wallet, pulling out a small laminated card and presenting it to the waitress, [color=LimeGreen]"Here's my ID."[/color]

[@Knight of Doom]