Christina

As the girl refused to tell him her name, Qing Zihao leaned against the counter and asked the owner. The girl disappeared to the kitchen to fulfill the next set of orders. "What's her name? She's not wearing a name tag."

"She's new. She'll be getting one soon," answered the old woman. 

"So what's her name?"

The old woman just stared at him and he stared back. He was not going to be backing down on this. "Christina," the woman said, her lips barely moving.

"Pft," he scoffed. "What's her surname?"

"She didn't say."

"Where are her papers?"

The old woman glared at him before removing her gaze, focusing on the register. "Not my story to tell."

Qing Zihao bit on the inside of his lips. Christina, he muttered in his mind. What a fake name. Probably no papers. Did she come here illegally? That would seem the only logical reason for this.