“He pauses, leans closer to inspect the displays. Reaches out, as if to grab something, then retracts his hand. And starts walking all over again."
After ten minutes of this, I lose my patience. "Are you here to select bread, or a future wife? What's taking so long?"
HIs smile is sharp, taunting. "The latter.”
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Ann Liang,
I Hope This Doesn't Find You