grabbedaminatedmenufromtheter,auredtotytablebythewindow.
"Thisway,sir—isthisseatokay?"
Jungncedoverhisshoulderatthemanwhohadjustspoken.Itwasthesamemanhe''''''''dseensttime,theoantlywipingtables.Theowner,mostlikely.
Hewasatall,middle-agedwhitemanwiththebeginningsofapaundareghairline.Hisfacewasflushedahyred—probablyfromdrinking,Junthought—andhelookedlikesomeohhighbloodpressureandabadtempertomatch.
"Whyareyhere?Youarenotgoingbacktotheamusementpark?"Junaskedquietly.
"Onebeefnoodle?Gotit!"Reyarepliedloudly,hertonebriskandprofessional,asshejottedsomethingdowninhersmallnotepad.
"You''''''''retheonewhoaskedmetomeethere—"
"AndoneHongKongmilktea.Sir,willthatbeall?"sheinterrupted,stillkeepingupheract.
Shescribbledafewmorewords,thewoslipsfromthenotepad.AsshereachedouttotakeJun''''''''smenu,shedeftlyslippedoheohishandbeforeturningawaywiththeotherandheadingtowardthekittopcetheorder.
Junwatchedherwalkoff,thennoticedtherestaurantowillbythekitdoor—watgherlikeahawk.Heslippedhisphonefromhispocket,pressedthenoteagainstthes,aendtoreadhisphone.
"Igetoffinanhour.Waitformeinthebackalleyafteryoufiing."
Juncouldn''''''''thelpbutchuckle.Whatisthisgirluptonow?
Thenamuffledvoicecamefromthekit—low,angry,andclearlytheboss''''''''s.
"Youshould''''''''vetoldhimtoordersomethingmoreexpensive...''''''''tyouevendothatright?Iguessyoudon''''''''twanttopayoffyourde—"
Thesentencefadedintothectterofthekit.Junfrowned,didn''''''''tcatchtherest.Hisphournedonandthenoff,asanuneasyfeeliuphisspine.
Itwasn''''''''tReyawhhtoutthenoodlesandmilktea,buttherestaurantownerhimself.Asthekitdoorswungopenandclosed,JuncaughtaglimpseofReya''''''''sslenderfigureatthesink,scrubbingdisheswithquick,tensemovements.
Hefoundits
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