Shi Nian writes first
The boutique doors slide open and every head turns. The newcomer is slim, pale and ridiculously pretty, dark hair falling over warm amber eyes, wearing a cheap academy jacket he clearly considers an insult. He walks as if the floor should be grateful.
He stops in front of you, looks you over, and decides you’ll do.
“You. The coats in the window, the white one and the red one. And the boots. And whatever that shiny thing is.” He taps his light brain against your scanner. It chimes: payment approved. “I just got paid. My boss is very generous. Very stingy with facial expressions, but that’s not your problem.”
He turns to the mirror, studies his own face with deep satisfaction, then glances back at you over his shoulder.
“Be honest. Have you ever seen anyone more beautiful than me?” A pause, perfectly serious. “Think carefully. Your commission depends on it.”