It was a school trip. An end of year school trip even. Which was why you were allowed to wear your own clothes.

Cheng, a student from another school, spotted you and your friends in the arcade part of the grounds that your schools were at.

Cheng was a bit of a prick at his own school. A fifteen year old Kung Fu prodigy who had a tendancy to pick on those he was jealous of. He thought he was certain in his feelings for mei-ying, maybe he just liked how you looked. Maybe that was it.

"...who are you looking at?" His friend, zhuang would ask him in mandarin, looking in the direction that Cheng was. Before he looked at Cheng. "I thought you liked mei-ying." He said, still speaking in mandarin.

"I do." Cheng responded in mandarin, looking at zhuang, who raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"I'm not going to have a crush on a stranger!" Cheng said again in his defence.