Tea Talk

To get his mind off of things, Xiajun took his time getting ready. He busied himself in picking the best suit out of his vast collection of suits; the best pair of shoes out of the pick of numerous ones he had brought with him; and the best watch to match his look out of all the expensive ones he had in his keep.

After massaging some gel in his hair, Xiajun combed it swiftly to the side, all the while trying not to think of anything else. "Too much gel," he thought hazily, trying to keep other thoughts at bay. "Is that a white hair? Why is this comb so small? Why is the mirror so wet? Do I need to shave?" It went on on and on, until he was finally satisfied with how he looked.

Coming out of the bathroom, he looked around at the mess he made, and decided that he would leave it as is. With a few more tweaks to the facade he was trying to keep up, trying to ignore the growing dread that ate at his insides, he shuffled out of the house.