Our new pink-haired acquaintance looked like the perfect doll from the outline of her cheekbones to the contours of her fingertips. Why did I become fixated on her doll-like features? Perhaps I was bored from staring into space while the two eccentrics eyed each other without saying a word.
She skipped over a long overdue self-introduction as she began to fiddle with the tray of soup that the Chinese waitress placed before each of us. While my mind was perplexed over the lack of conversation in what was supposed to be a business meeting, I found something else odd about this peculiar restaurant. Aside from the fact that it looked like a traditional Chinese temple buried deep in the mountains, the interior of the building did not appear to be a restaurant, nor had anyone attempted to take
