Chapter 235: Sorry, Steph.
Han Sen wasted no time walking up to the woman.
She noticed him too, turning around as their eyes locked.
Up close, Han Sen took in her striking features—a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and full lips. What he'd previously admired from a distance now radiated an unmistakable exotic allure. She was unmistakably of Indian descent.
As he admired her, he realized with a start that she was smiling back at him, her expression lighting up her entire face.
Her smile was captivating, but then it struck him—he was staring. Maybe for too long.
Feeling a little awkward, he thought of a way to start a conversation, but before he could, she beat him to it.
"Han?" she asked, her voice carrying a lilting accent.
He blinked, slightly surprised. She recognized him?
In Memphis, it wouldn't have been surprising. But in Oakland? Then it hit him—of course, she was a cheerleader. There was no way she wouldn't know him.
He nodded and decided to go for broke. "Can I get your number?"
The woman froze momentarily before bursting into laughter, covering her mouth with one hand.