Ten minutes before eight p.m., Hajin parked their new car in the parking lot of an upscale traditional restaurant. The deep red color, chosen to match the owner's hair, looked out of place against the backdrop of calm, cream-colored timbers dominating the traditional style building complex.
Most of the cars there were black, and the rest were white--which was boring, but Sarah thought it was appropriate for the place often used by businessmen and politicians to play real-life chess.
Which made the choice even more bizarre.
"What is she doing, making an appointment in a traditional-style restaurant?" Sarah scoffed from the back seat. "She never liked this kind of place--didn't even want to learn etiquette or anything before."
