“So, just out of curiosity, what was the right answer? Where are you from?” The stranger grinned, revealing perfect teeth and a smile that went straight to Atticus’s dick. “Me? San Diego.” Atticus snorted. “He was way off.” The man floated closer until there was only a few feet between them. “Not really. I’m half Chinese. I’m also half Mexican. But I wasn’t about to give that racist prick the satisfaction. Besides, it added a little something, don’t you think?”
