Around 2:30, I leave work to go uptown and meet up with Nikki. We’re meeting at a neighborhood Einstein Bros. and, when I arrive, she’s talking with her prior appointment. I hang around a bit, set my things down on the table and go to get a coffee. When I get back, I decide Hey, I might was well get my stuff together. I want to appear organized, I want to have everythign in order and ready to go.
I open my bag and, next to my receipts and forms, I find a pair of old socks. 
Felix's Chinese name is Wei Tien. For the longest time, he thought his name meant "very sky." But he later found out it roughly translated to "Preserver of Heaven."
Felix was in show choir in high school. He can still pull out the old "jazz hands" if need be, due in no small part to muscle memory.
Every once in a while, Felix has some interesting run-ins with other Asians. At times, they're armed with cameras; at other times, he has the slight feeling that they might be armed, period.
