Hazed behind the whisps of smoke and oversized sweatshirts from Hollister, Kenji Tanaka is a sassy, sharp-tongued omega, and he meets Meena - the son of a notorious crime boss posing as a legitimate businessman to anyone in law enforcement - who wou...
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Meena fluttered his dark eyelashes at the peach-colored walls, as his jean-clad leg bounced anxiously in the cushioned chair, dreading the questions he'd have to answer.
❝For those of you who don't know me yet, I'm Min Jeong. Since this is our first session, I think that we should set aside this time to learn what separates all of you from each other. Say your name and one thing you think makes you unique.❞
❝I'm Bowie,❞ a girl with beaded braids says. ❝I was born on a leap year. I think that's pretty unique. I always use it as an excuse when I act like a child. Because technically, I'm not twenty one.❞
❝Nice to meet you, Bowie.❞ Jeong smiles.
Afraid he'd lose the courage, Meena hastily speaks up, ❝I'm Meena. I'm fluent in French, Russian, and Chinese.❞
❝Oh, wow. Any specific reason why you chose those languages?❞ Jeong muses. He scribbles the languages in a bulleted list under Meena's name.
Meena crosses one leg over the other. ❝My family's business operates overseas. And those countries gave us a majority of our clients. I learned French and Russian before I turned ten. I learned Chinese my freshman year of high school.❞
A range of different emotions painted the faces of the circle. Some of them were awestruck, but a few - which Meena noted were of color - wore blank expressions, unphased by his statement.
Meena didn't blame them. Tsuki had boasted to him last year that he'd studied six different languages, all before his eighteenth birthday.
A majority of immigrant families, especially from a combination of cultures, didn't even blink if someone said they were bilingual.
❝I'm Mahalia,❞ the honey-skinned girl beside him with freckles dusting her cheeks muttered. Meena picked up on the fact she had red marks lining her slender wrists. Compulsively, she shoved her hands into the faded pockets of her sweatshirt when she noticed he saw them. ❝I don't really know what's unique about me. I can play a song on the piano from just hearing it.❞
Jeong inclines an eyebrow in surprise, baffled by her words. ❝Well, that's certainly unique. Maybe you can play a song for us sometime. I have a baby grand in my living room.❞ He half-smiles before continuing, ❝My fiancée has been playing the piano since he was eight, and refused to move in with me if I didn't have one. He definitely made it worth my while when he woke me up every Sunday with a different song he was trying to master.❞
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❝An iced caramel latte, please,❞ Meena says to an unfamiliar face behind the counter of the cafè. A man with sporadic outlines of tattoos trail down his arms, his black hair - curly at the ends - dips into his olive-green eyes that are fanned by the slow sway of his eyelashes, and his ears are almost covered with black earrings.
