People always say that all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy - well, to be fair: no one says that anymore. Still, Crystal felt that the opposite was also true to an extend. That's why he signed up for the late-night cooking class at some community center in downtown-Sacramento. What made him chose this class wasn't only the late starting time, but also the workshop-esque set-up: you paid a fee, were provided with a workstation (plus tools), recipes, and raw ingredients and were free to try out some stuff. Plus, as long as there was still capacity you didn't have to be on time or stay until the end. And since it wasn't a complete 101 you didn't have to hold hands with some teacher. Win-win-win.
Tonight the focus was sushi and the instructor hovering around the room to give advice was a stocky Mexican man. That's globalization for you.
Since this wasn't a social event per se he was dressed untypically low-key: a light blue lose t-shirt and simple jeans had to do today, especially since kitchen accidents couldn't be completely ruled out. Crystal just got set up at his table and started reading the instructions. That looked simple. Ish.
Well, the evening was comparatively young and judging by the amount of rice provided they expected some failed attempts.