Fang Hong felt Hilveld gently wave her hand in front of him. The young girl's hand was fair and slender, with pointed fingers, shining with a lustrous glow as if they had been soaked in milk, exquisite like a piece of art.
"What's wrong?" He snapped back to reality.
"Lost in thought?" Hilveld's gaze reflected the firelight in the bar's fireplace, like a flicker of blazing gold amidst sea blue. Her gaze seemed both focused on Fang Hong before her and yet gazing into the farther distances of the bar—somewhat wavering. "Every time you daydream, you show this kind of expression. I didn't want to wake you, but in a place like this, mixed with all sorts of people, it's not a good place to daydream."
"Sorry." Fang Hong picked up a plate of peeled nuts and set it in front of Gita on the other side of the table. "Has Mr. Reed not returned yet?"
"Thank you, Brother Ade." Gita adjusted her glasses and said softly.
