Sitting across from me at Fook Kee Tea Restaurant in Causeway Bay was a girl with dazzlingly white skin. She asked me with red eyes why I was avoiding her. I picked up a chopstick of fish noodles without looking up. The men at the tables next to them were slow to swallow their wonton noodles - even if they were so handsome, they were all being snatched away. She moved closer, and the smell of perfume mixed with some kind of soft touch floated over her. I put down my chopsticks after wiping the corners of my mouth: You are very nice, but I really don't like you. She was stunned for three seconds, grabbed her bag, turned around and pushed the door out. A large area of fog on the glass door was knocked away.
