Evelyn didn't eat sushi as a rule. Raw fish? Really? And she'd heard there was mercury in it, too. How splendid. But when a craving hit, a craving hit, and like any other woman, she was often at the whims of her desires - and her hormones, of course. Especially these pre-menopausal ones. She'd had experiences with unpleasant bodily afflictions, but there was nothing comparable to those not-so-delightful hot flashes. But, thank God, she wasn't in the throes of any of that. She just wanted sushi. She probably could have gone to a place nearer to her own home, one with exorbitant prices and ridiculously excellent service, but she was bored. She wanted exploration.
That was what brought her to the Mizu Sushi Bar. She'd told her driver to wait for her - she didn't know how long she'd be, but, really, she was paying him to follow orders, he couldn't complain - and now, after a brief dalliance with a cigarette outside, she stepped into the establishment, blinking as her eyes readjusted to the light. Of course, she just had to get a little dizzy from it, and she stumbled heavily right into another woman. Not wanting to cause a scene, she quickly caught the other woman's arm before she fell, and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry." She wasn't. "Are you all right?"