"Long time no see."
In a small coffee shop on the street, Lin Feng and I chose a corner table. He obviously didn't know how to break the ice, so I had to start the conversation—of course, I admit my way of greeting wasn't particularly inspiring.
Beside me, Pandora and Visca sat quietly, one to my left and one to my right. Each had a glass of fresh orange juice in front of them. The two identical little girls sipped their drinks with nearly synchronized movements, even the unconscious lip-licking after setting their glasses down was flawlessly identical, as if they were images from two TVs playing in sync.
No matter how much Visca herself refused to admit it, she and Pandora were a pair of twins with an understanding so miraculous it was almost telepathic.
It seemed that Visca finally grew a bit tired of her orange juice and curiously picked up my cup of coffee, then tentatively took a small sip.
"Yuck..."
