As Natalie’s taxi pulled up to the Temple of Kun Iam, she dug out enough pataca coins for her cab fare. The sensual aroma of incense hit her nose as she stepped out onto the sidewalk.
It was another long day at work, and the sun was already setting in the sky as she arrived home from her commute. She still wore a messy bun to work, but at least she took Connie’s advice and started putting on a little more makeup to hide her “panda eyes.”
However, she still wore black clothing, and she had traded out her work heels for ballet flats. Holding her hand out to halt oncoming traffic, her heart skipped a beat as she stepped out onto the busy Avenida do Coronel Mesquita. Her apartment building stood directly across the street from the temple, and she was looking forward to taking a hot shower an
