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maudite_a_deuxSo. Being once again among the ranks of the unemployed (and heinously depressed about it, as usual), I've been watching way too much Taiwanese and Japanese TV. And a storyline I'd been bouncing around for a while started to take shape a bit differently than I'd intended.
I blame the following excerpt on the sedatives. Context: CIA agent (yes, yes, I have a spy fetish, what else is new?) surveils notorious Taiwanese hacker.
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The knock on her car window nearly gave her a heart attack. She looked up to see a Chinese man in what looked like his early 20s, his full lips curving up at the corners in apparent amusement.
She rolled down her window. "Ni hao," she said tentatively.
"Due bu chi," he replied, with a brief, polite bow. "You must be cold sitting out here." His accent was distinct, but he seemed quite comfortable speaking English. Dark, startlingly beautiful eyes were partially obscured by a fall of overlong glossy black hair, but she thought she detected a faint spark of humor in them.
"It's all right," she replied. "I'm just waiting for someone."
"So," he said, but the corners of his mouth twitched again. "You have waited a long time."
"It's all right," she repeated, wondering how she could get him to go away.
With that, he bent down closer and looked her straight in the eyes, his smile becoming more obvious. "What are you waiting for me to do?"
Realization dawned. "You're Snow!"
He seemed unperturbed by the revelation. "You should come inside. You can watch me better from there. And I have fresh pork buns." He held up a paper bag from which a mouthwatering aroma wafted. "I'll make tea."
Her stomach growled, and she grimaced in irritation.
"What are you trying to pull?" she demanded, her hand twitching reflexively toward her gun. His eyes followed the slight movement and he stepped back from the car, looking suddenly uneasy.
"Pull?" He spread his hands so she could see them clearly, one empty, fingers outstretched, one holding the bag. "I just think it's silly for you to sit out here in the cold when you could come inside and drink tea and tell me what you're after."
She eyed him suspiciously. "And you expect me to trust you?"
"What, I'm going to kill you with pork buns?" He rolled his eyes. "Yes, hundreds of generations my family has passed down the ancient kung fu technique of Char Siu Bao. Now that you know my dark secret, I have no choice but to kill you with this delicious snack."
~*~
I blame the following excerpt on the sedatives. Context: CIA agent (yes, yes, I have a spy fetish, what else is new?) surveils notorious Taiwanese hacker.
The knock on her car window nearly gave her a heart attack. She looked up to see a Chinese man in what looked like his early 20s, his full lips curving up at the corners in apparent amusement.
She rolled down her window. "Ni hao," she said tentatively.
"Due bu chi," he replied, with a brief, polite bow. "You must be cold sitting out here." His accent was distinct, but he seemed quite comfortable speaking English. Dark, startlingly beautiful eyes were partially obscured by a fall of overlong glossy black hair, but she thought she detected a faint spark of humor in them.
"It's all right," she replied. "I'm just waiting for someone."
"So," he said, but the corners of his mouth twitched again. "You have waited a long time."
"It's all right," she repeated, wondering how she could get him to go away.
With that, he bent down closer and looked her straight in the eyes, his smile becoming more obvious. "What are you waiting for me to do?"
Realization dawned. "You're Snow!"
He seemed unperturbed by the revelation. "You should come inside. You can watch me better from there. And I have fresh pork buns." He held up a paper bag from which a mouthwatering aroma wafted. "I'll make tea."
Her stomach growled, and she grimaced in irritation.
"What are you trying to pull?" she demanded, her hand twitching reflexively toward her gun. His eyes followed the slight movement and he stepped back from the car, looking suddenly uneasy.
"Pull?" He spread his hands so she could see them clearly, one empty, fingers outstretched, one holding the bag. "I just think it's silly for you to sit out here in the cold when you could come inside and drink tea and tell me what you're after."
She eyed him suspiciously. "And you expect me to trust you?"
"What, I'm going to kill you with pork buns?" He rolled his eyes. "Yes, hundreds of generations my family has passed down the ancient kung fu technique of Char Siu Bao. Now that you know my dark secret, I have no choice but to kill you with this delicious snack."
