Seth
When I am walking into the garage, Tu is wiping my car clean. The ground is still wet, hinting he just washed it not long ago.
“Mr. Seth,” He looks up at me when I am near; his hand is circling the passenger’s window with a pale yellow cloth.
“Are you done with the car?” I ask.
“Yes, it is nearly done. I only need to wipe it dry. Perhaps three minutes more?”
“Okay. I’ll wait.”
Tu stops what he is doing as he stands up straight and inserts his hand into his pants' side pocket. He takes out the silver Seiko Prospex wristwatch, the one I got for him on his birthday last year, and glimpses at it before directing his eyes on me. “Are you going somewhere? It’s too early for school.”
“I need to pick up my so-called fiance. There are things I want to clarify with her before we proceed
