Curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to approach her. But as I drew closer, Liu Mei suddenly raised something in her free hand and pointed it directly at my face without looking up from her book.
I stopped immediately, my eyes focusing on what she was holding.
I was a bit caught off guard.
Is that for real?
It was a claw hammer—not just any hardware store variety, but a quality tool with a polished steel head and a comfortable grip.
"Where did you find that?" I asked, genuinely impressed by her choice of weapon.
"What do you wish, Abraham Lincoln?" Liu Mei asked in a perfectly calm voice, still not bothering to glance up from her reading.
"Abraham Lincoln?" I felt a grimace creeping across my face.
"You are from Abraham Lincoln High School, are you not?" She inquired, finally lifting her eyes from the page to regard me with what appeared to be mild amusement.
