In front of the floor-to-ceiling window booth of the coffee shop, Jiang Moxi was wearing a black baseball jacket and black pants, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, blending in with the young patrons who came here to kill time.
Jing Yan, on the other hand, was dressed in a coffee-colored plaid suit, his face adorned with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, scholarly with a hint of petit-bourgeoisie.
"Is it easy being the director of the cultural center?" Jiang Moxi looked at the snowflakes drifting outside the window and asked Jing Yan.
"It's okay, it helps pass the time." Jing Yan pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, deliberately posing with aloofness.
Jiang Moxi shifted her gaze to Jing Yan.
"I remember that every time Xuanming made you read, you would sneak out to play. I didn't expect someone like you to actually pass the civil service exam and become the director of the cultural center."
