"Oh I do, but it's mainly for the youth center. The kids love to join me for tea time after the art lessons. It's a good time to talk with them. Many of them have terrible problems at home, you know. But I'm happy to listen..." Kate paused for a moment and looked away, before looking directly into Max's eyes. "Just like you listened to me, Max."

	For a moment there was silence. Max hadn’t expected the darkest moment they had shared together to be brought up at all today, especially so soon and so... casually. It was at that moment that Mr. Zhou reappeared, carrying a small container.

	“Just in from Bolivia--organic black.” The moment was lost.

	“Should I have said something? 'You’re welcome' didn’t seem appropriate.” She worried internally.

	“..for many months. Today it has finally come.” continued the man. “A special tea is to be shared with friends.”

	“A special tea for a special day!”

	Why was Kate so happy? Something was off. Max was happy to see her again too, but you’d have thought she'd just won a raffle and her prize was a brunette woman in a trench coat. Kate and the older man discussed the merits of the tea while the man’s slow and shaky hands prepared it. Max did her best to keep up, and add what she could to the conversation.

	‘To all of youuu American girls.' “Oh, that’s mine” Max was torn once again from her thoughts. “Oh it’s Chloe. I have to take this. I’ll be right back guys, save some for me.”

	“What’s up Chloe?”

	“Maxxxxx.”

	“Chloeeee””

	“The band just pulled out, and the opening act sucks ass. You’re with Kate? Where you