Junlookedtowardthedimmerinterior,asharptrasttothebzingsunlightoutside.Reyastoodthereinanapron,smilingbrightlyathim.
"Reya...you''''''''re—?"Junstarted,steppingihedoorclosedbehindhimwithasoftjihebell.
Reyagaveapyfullittletwirl."HowdoIlook?"
"You—"Junbarelygotawordoutbeforeasharp,irritatedvoice.
"Reya,stopsgoff."
Reyastuckouthertongue,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.
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