“Quick. How do you say handsome in Chinese? Like, in a colloquial way?” I ask Cyrus under my breath. “You don’t have to tell me I’m handsome in Chinese,” he replies, cocking his head. “English is fine.” There are a number of things I would like to tell him that are less flattering and far more menacing, but I need to act fast while I still have the boy’s attention. “Cyrus.”
