Mister Xia

Han Mei repressed the urge to shudder in revulsion. The man was really giving her a very weird feeling, as if he will not do anything good, despite the seemingly harmless smile on his face. He was also good looking, but still, she don't like him. 

"Thank you." Han Mei said as she reached out to collect the offensive glove from the man's outstretched hand. 

He smiled as she said, "You are most welcome," The man was still holding tightly to the glove for a while, despite Han Mei trying already pulling it. Before she asked what he was doing, he already let go of it. 

Han Mei refused to read into the smile, so she gave a small bland smile of her own and excused herself. 

"Are you going to get a taxi?" The man asked, taking a step closer to Han Mei, crowding her too close to the street. 

She nodded, "It should be here any minute, and you don't have to stay with me," Han Mei said quietly with a small strained smile.