Hong Kong International Airport was freezing cold. As soon as I passed through the arrivals gate, a blast of humid heat hit me, making me sway. The thick, damp air churned my stomach, bringing back the nausea. I took a sharp breath, forced it down, and scanned the crowd. "Lisa! Here!" A clear male voice cut through the noise. Roy Shen was leaning against a pillar nearby, one hand in his pocket. He saw me look his way, smiled, and raised his hand. In Hong Kong's sticky night air, he wore a crisp grey shirt, the top two buttons undone. He had that lazy, old-money Hong Kong elegance, mixed with a touch of something wild. He walked over, took my suitcase, and handed me a bottle of water. "Long time. Since RISD." "Long time, Roy." I smiled faintly, taking the water. Roy's eyes swept over my pale face. He raised an eyebrow. "But Lisa, that color... too much New York air? Can't handle our weather?" His tone was
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