Thirty minutes in and nothing had happened so far. Liwu's infamous bad luck was strangely calm. No spilled drinks, no broken chairs, no sudden wind. Even the lanterns were on their best behavior.
The grilled snapper was hot and delicious. The cocktail umbrellas remained upright.
Only Weijun was unsettled. As he ate, he looked around suspiciously, waiting for something ominous to happen. Towards the end of the meal, he finally blurted it out.
"Where is your bad luck?"
Liwu sipped her cocktail. "On a break. Lately, it picks and chooses its moments. Maybe it knew how hungry or I was or the long day I have had so it decided to give me a night off."
Weijun shook his head. "That can't be it."
Liwu shrugged. "Well I don't want to talk about bad luck. In fact, I don't want to talk about anything at all. I am too relaxed and too satisfied."
As if those words summoned trouble, a teenager in flip-flops gulped down a cocktail, wiped his mouth with a napkin and bolted for the beach.
