Damn This City (Katsuro and 2/3 more people) OPEN

(sorry about the delay in posting. Been sick on top of internet being moody)
Mikhail chuckled, "I don't have any siblings, always thought it would be nice." he commented and kept walking while looking up, "You're not standoffish, I'm just some guy who throws himself into other people's conversations and offer to take them out to a French Cuisine restaurant, I'd be more surprised of you weren't weirded out by that alone." he smiled. "It's just around the corner and a block down." he said as they came to the corner.

"So you both live in the city?" Mikhail asked hoping to strike up some conversation, maybe they could all find a topic they can all talk about, he just wanted to work there slowly. "I may not really look like I'm from around here but I was born and raised here." he commented on his ethnicity.

"Nah, I live on the Academy's dorms" Katsuro said, pointing in the direction he thought the academy was. "I never had any siblings either, but I thought it would be hard to live with more than one brother" He said, then when he looked forward, he saw a fancy looking restaurant, assuming that was the French Restaurant Mikhail was talking about, he said: "Is that it? It looks...french and fancy enough" He looked back, noticing that the bullies where gone, thinking they gave up, he countinuoed his walk.

"I live alone right now, it's been pretty quiet. Nice though." he chuckled. "Yeah, that's it." he answered. The group would enter and get to the front counter, low music was playing with the smell of different foods. The restaurant was split into two different sections, one that seemed more casual and another with less tables but more spaced out and for lack of a better word...fancy.
An older gentleman left the kitchen with a pen and clipboard. He was a shorter man, witha pointed nose, black hair slicked back and wore a tuxedo. "Bonjour, welcome to Français au Japon. How many for you today?" he asked looking down at the clipboard writing something.
"It would be a good idea to look people in the eye when you talk to them, just saying." Mikhail giggled, causing the older man to jump startled and almost drop his clipboard.
"Mon mot!" he said looking up and placed the board and pen down onto the counter, "Mikhail, I am so sorry." he exclaimed, "How are you my jeune homme?" he asked.
"I've been pretty well. I see you're hard at work, getting ready for some reservation?" he asked taking the clipboard from the counter to look, "Holy hell, 30 people. That's over half the the expensive side." he said followed with a whistle.
"I prefer to call it the Vraiment Cher, but that is just me." he chuckled.
"You just said the same thing but in French, smartass." Mikhail smiled, "OH. I am such an idiot!" he yelped and quickly put hi arms around Katsuro and Hitomi, "These are my new friends Katsuro and Hotaka." he introduced them quickly. "This is Oren, he's normally the assistant manager while my mom is here but he's been in charge while she's away."
"It is a pleasure to meet the two of you. How long have you been friends? I have not met you before."
"We've been friends about....10 minutes." Mikhail smiled while Oren stared at him, "What?"
"10 minutes? That is quiet...fast." Oren said looking at the two, "You look like good jeunes garçons." he said nodding, "I digress, the party is still a few hours away. Which area would you three like to eat at?"
"Up to my guests." Mikhail smiled, "You guys up for some casual or you feeling fancy?"