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“Aw hon, cute hoodie!” She held it out happily. “If only it were pink.”

“Do we have to get something at every gift shop,” I ask apprehensively.

“Mmmm,” she said, licking her lips. “Taste.” A mini spoon tapped my teeth, tasting of dragon fruit.

“Where’d that come from?”

“The gelato shop next door. So good!” She handed me the empty cup.

And she’s gone.


There’s chanting across the street. It’s my name. Ke-vin. Ke-vin. Ke-vin. A rooftop bar breaks into applause when I see her, Mai Tai in hand. “Honey look, they have karaoke!” She’s wearing a pink hoodie.