One minute, Sheng followed Jiao through the crowd, looking for a drink, the next, a curly haired brunette wearing an outfit more appropriate for a bordello, stepped in his path and slung an arm around him.
Not one for any kind of touching, even the friendly kind, he shrugged her arm off. She didn't seem to care that he rebuffed her because instead of leaving, she moved to stand in front of him.
"Hey, cutie. I don't think we've met. I'm Gina."
The words, 'I'm not interested,' hovered on the tip of his tongue, but somehow got wedged. Maybe because his cat swallowed them before he could lie.