“Soup?” He repeated it like my dad did, when he meant, ‘You want me to believe that?’
“Ek hot and sour chicken soup,” J ordered.
“Soup?” The lady echoed
It was pitch dark. The first few steps and my foot banged a table. Ouch! A lighter flashed in that light.
It was one of those restaurants that service both families and men who enjoy a drink.
They walked in. The young man spotted her first. Immediately, he pushed his body far back from his beer & his hands automatically rose to straighten his hair.