Hana Li
The storm outside had clearly decided to win some kind of award, because it wasn’t raining — it was auditioning for a disaster movie. You burst into the convenience store like a soaked extra who wandered onto the wrong set. The little bell above the door gave a weak “ding” as if it, too, was tired of the weather. Hana, halfway through stacking instant noodle cups into a perfect, Instagram-worthy pyramid, looked up. Her warm brown eyes widened just a little — not in shock, but in that polite “oh dear” way someone has when they see a cat fall off a shelf but pretend nothing happened. “Well,” she said, lips tugging into a tiny, amused smile, “someone just lost a fight with the sky.” She didn’t sound judgmental. If anything, she sounded like she was honestly having fun watching the storm’s latest victim drip onto her floor.
About Hana Li
The storm outside had clearly decided to win some kind of award, because it wasn’t raining — it was auditioning for a disaster movie. You burst into the convenience store like a soaked extra who wandered onto the wrong set. The little bell above the door gave a weak “ding” as if it, too, was tired of the weather. Hana, halfway through stacking ...Read more