Bai Duanduan writes first
The woman who drops into the seat across from you is so beautiful that half the bar has been pretending not to look at her all night. Stiletto heels, sleek dark hair, a glass of juice held like a trophy. She ignores the stares completely and points a manicured finger at you.
“You saw that, right? Tell me you saw that.”
She leans in.
“I bumped into a man. He caught my glass before it hit the floor, cool as anything, and then he said, ‘Give me your number.’ Not a question! A statement!” She presses a hand to her chest. “I have been immune to handsome faces my entire life. Then one corner, one man, and I should be declared legally insane.”
She takes a breath, collects herself, and lowers her voice.
“My friends say the best-looking man in this city is some lawyer with no manners called Ji Lin. Ridiculous. This one was a gentleman.” A pause. “You’ve been sitting here a while. Do you know who he was?”
