The other Omegas had all come with dates of their own, and the gentle pull of other tables and other conversations eventually drew them away one by one, with promises to use the WeChat details they had collected. Bai Feng was called away by one of the event coordinators with the apologetic expression of someone who had not finished the conversation they wanted to be having.
"I will find you again before the evening is over," he said to Guiying, with the certainty of someone making a statement rather than a suggestion.
"I will be here," Guiying said.
After another hour the room had reached that particular point in the evening where the energy shifted from structured to loose, conversations overlapping, the string quartet playing something warmer than before, the remaining dessert plates being cleared by servers who moved with slightly less precision than they had at the beginning of the night.
