It was gorgeous. I looked down at my bustline, spotting my cute little painted toes jutting out under my tinybreasts. I could feel the protest startin... to build, but I squashed itby striking another pose.I blew myself a kiss and slinked towards the bathroom. I opened thecupboard and pulled out two more pills. Just as I started to raise themto my mouth I heard my phone ring.A sad part of me worried who it might be, seeing as Felicia had sent menothing for several days now, and the shrill of the. Time to test if they are genuine or pretending for the tourists.When I walked in, I found four women and one older man working in the boutique. Two of the women were first-generation Japanese-Chinese-American. By their noticeably American accents, one woman was of Korean-Chinese origin, the other Taiwanese. The man hadn’t said a word, but the facial features and how he carried himself allowed me to guess that he immigrated to the U.S. from China at least a decade or more ago.To the two American. " That rascal." He started laughing and through the tone in his voice Icould tell he was relaxed. From his presence back in the kitchen, Icould tell his attention was back on me."So you know what he meant?" Yeah. So you're watching the place for him, huh?" He inched closer tome."I'm sorry, I'm having a problem with my eyes. We had an incident, soright now all I can see are shapes. Maybe we can get together anothertime and talk." What's wrong with right now?" I couldn't see him staring at my. I doubted that I was even his type. Maybe he cared about me, and looked out for me, and was completely supportive whenever I needed him to be, but to think that he was interested in something more seemed so far-fetched that I couldn't even begin to comprehend it, and the thought alone made me uneasy. I wasn't supposed to be feeling like this--confused, and torn; and really confused, and terrified that on some level, Seth's assumption could be true; and I was really, really confused. I wasn't.