My hand is clasped with Lily’s as we stand in front of a dilapidated storefront. I take in the old brick, riddled with cracks. The awning hanging over the front window, I assume, was a bright yellow at some point, but in its current state, it comes off as a color somewhere between mustard and mud. The dirty canopy clashes with the bright neon red lobsters flanking both sides. It’s impossible to see inside the opaque window due to layers of smoggy air over the years. And there’s an obnoxious flashing red sign that blinds me with each blink as it blasts the words Chinese Food.
“Really?” I question, bemused. “I told you to pick your favorite restaurant in the city, and you bring me here?” I take my eyes off of Lily to regard the restaurant in front of me once more, but I think better of it a
