Arriving at the Royal Dragon Pavilion, Micah slowed to a stop at the edge of the wide parking lot. The place was nearly empty on Sunday morning, quiet except for the singing birds. Only one car sat there, sticking out like a sore thumb, sleek, black, and far too familiar.
He didn't need to look twice to know who was inside. His shoulders stiffened, fingers curling loosely at his sides.
He had half a mind to turn back and pretend he didn't see it when Uncle Lin's voice cut through his hesitation.
"Don't bring your relationship problems in front of outsiders," the old man said calmly, though there was a trace of teasing in his tone. "Go on and solve it now. I know it's his fault, but you still have to give the man enough face not to embarrass him more, especially in front of his friend or a stranger."
