"But my wife..."
Behind two black sedans and a glass show window a woman in hiking suit stares across the table- with steel legs looking as fragile as the womans crossed fingers- at a man who seems to be her husband. The man is fully dressed in a suit, formal, his attire easily resembles that of a manequine, flawless, but a drop of kimchi stain on his left sleeve. The sun chose to shine on the man's already gleeming shirt, a trembling pearl, and the cut edge smiles of the two salesmen, while one of them politely interupts-
"Oh, Mr. Chu surely that's no problem, luckily our brand has just the right vehicle for a madam with such requirements. Would you care to take a look at this catalogue."
As the two men take turns explaining the features of the automobile to be sold, the man's fingers reach for a cup of water, slowly, his eyes catch a glimps of red while the paper cup is delivered to his lips.
The man rubs the stain with a wettened tissue.
The stain dries and fades away, it's irritating red returning to its original color white.
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