This morning. Leilei and I riding the Orange Line to school and work. Leilei sitting next to a middle-aged guy, who is quite openly looking from her to me and back again.
"How old is her father?" he asks me, dispensing with "excuse me" or "good morning" or any other introductory pleasantries.
"25," I reply, quick as a cat. Quite a snappy response, given that I haven't had my coffee yet.
"Oh, uh, " he responds. I see that even rude as he is, he isn't quite sure how to formulate his next questions.
"I'm actually much younger than I look," I chirp, beaming like sunshine.
The doors open, and Leilei and I exit, chuckling together.
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