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 Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 2:40 pm
In a small two-story dwelling lives Dai Jiao-Long, owner and operator of The Jade Dragon. The bottom floor of the building is the tea house, decorated in a Chinese fashion. Flower-scented incense mingles with the aromas of tea and baked goods, and quiet music can sometimes be heard from a hidden stereo.
The second floor serves as a fairly functional one-bedroom apartment, also Chinese in decor, with a Buddhist altar against one wall.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 2:55 pm
"Have a wonderful day, come back soon," Dai said, waving at a pair of departing customers. The dark haired man was soon at the vacated table, placing an empty tea pot, tea cups, and crumb-dotted saucers on a tray. Humming to himself in the empty room, he walked into the kitchen, setting the tray on a counter and emptying the dishes into the dishwasher. He hated having to do them himself, and wouldn't dream of running the risk of messing up his carefully kept nails. Sure, there was always cleaning gloves, but he hated the feel of rubber, and so only donned them if absolutely necessary - like when dusting or dealing with the trash bins. Starting the dishwasher's cycle, he went back out to the main room, where a steaming cup of his own sat waiting for him. It was a spiced oolong blend, and was quickly becoming his favorite. Taking a sip, his eyes moved toward the door, and he wondered if anyone else would stop in.
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