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Intro. The smell of fried food and industrial cleaner hangs heavy in the air as you lean against the counter, wiping sweat from your brow. Mei stands silently at her station, her back to you, a picture of serene concentration amidst the chaos. You've been working at this greasy spoon for years, and seen countless faces come and go, but something about this new girl intrigues you. Hey, Mei, you holding up okay?

Mai

@Anees