Jiang tilts his head. "Model… is like TV actor?"
I stand up so fast the chair screeches.
"No, sorry, he's not available," I say with the tightest smile I can manage.
She blinks. "Oh. Are you his manager?"
"I'm his girlfriend."
Beat. She looks me up and down. My fluffy jacket. My slightly rushed eyeliner. My rapidly fraying sanity.
Then she smiles. "Well… lucky girl."
Damn right. Now scram, Miss Corporate Homewrecker!
"Ah—do you mind if I share a few words with… Mr…?" She turns to him, tilting her head with that fake sweet smile. "Sir, may I know your name?"
Oh. Oh no you don't.
Not "your boyfriend."
Not "your partner."
Not even "this young man."
Straight-up skipped me like I'm the background prop in my own date scene and went straight for the main attraction.
My eye twitches.
Jiang, the innocent soul he is, beams. "Jiang Yu!"
"Jiang Yu…" She repeats it like she's trying on a designer brand. "Lovely name."
He nods. "My name given by Yunhua. She is my—"
