"Mei, I'm sorry—"
She picked up her bowl and emptied what was left of it into his face.
Keith sat there dripping, blinking slowly.
He very clearly hadn't expected that. Still, maybe he had it coming. He'd let his satisfaction show a little too much, and Mei wasn't going to let that slide.
She pushed herself to her feet and turned to walk off, but she barely got two steps before one of the men stopped her.
"Where are you going?"
"I need water. My dress is ruined," Mei replied.
"I'll lead her," Tommy said, speaking up at just the right moment.
It seemed her perfectly understood Mei's cue.
The man looked between them, then shrugged. "Whatever. Be quick."
That was all the permission they got.
Tommy fell in behind Mei as they headed into the house. He stayed close, but not so close that it looked strange. Even that had to be measured here. Everything did.
