Zola knew exactly where they were going and kept an eye out for the restaurant as they walked. She had made it a point to know what was around the hospital so if she ever wanted to get out for a while during her break and eat something that wasn't cafeteria food, she could.
"Thanks" She smiled softly at the look he gave her, knowing deep down that he was right. Dad was proud of her. Deciding to leave the subject of dead father's there, she focused on their places of origin. "I'm originally from Malawi but I was raised in Seattle from the time I was six months old"