We were each on our third glass of wine. Outside the resin glow of sunset had transformed into an azure ambiance of evening. The bar had emptied of the shoppers and sightseers that had whispered and drank when we sat down and was now filling with hipsters and roguish couples, both western and Asian.
There was a younger Middle Eastern looking gentleman who sat at the far end of the bar and seemed to fix Wendy with an intense stare as he drank a dark beer. Although her back was to him, it seemed to me that on one occasion as she turned to address Sapphire she caught sight of him in the mirror behind the bar. A look passed between them, or perhaps it was only my hyperactive imagination. I did notice that shortly after that, he left his beer unfinished at the bar and melted somewhere into the now crowded back end of the building.
Up to this point, our conversation had been dominated by questions from her and rambling, story filled answers from me. I was relieved that there seemed to be no hard feeling about my semi-stalking behavior, and was happy to prattle on regarding my interests, my family and my formative years.
She easily sidestepped my questions about her background and interests with practiced answers like "There is nothing really to tell." And "I'm sure that your stories are much more interesting than mine."
Finally I stopped in the middle of my story about my college education and laughed. "I feel bad that I am the one doing all the talking."
"There is no reason for you to feel anything but good." she said. "I am enjoying listening to your stories."
"Seriously." I said, fixing her with a feigned exasperated look. Truth be told, I enjoyed telling stories about my life.
"It's time for you to start telling me a little more about you. I know that you were raised in Glasgow, Scotland and came to Hong Kong when you were 28. What brought you here?"
She took a sip of the wine that were now drinking and I thought I thought I saw a darkness cloud her expression. Then it was gone and she set her glass down and smiled again.
"It's really not that interesting." She said again. Why don't you tell me more about your travels around the world?"
This time I wasn't going to be put off so easily. I didn't say anything. I just tapped my fingers on the bar in syncopation to the pop song that was playing on the speakers behind us. I saw that the smile on her face that had not wavered since we sat down faded just a bit when she realized that I was not going to be detoured again.