The new foreign intern in Wu Xiang’s office still hadn’t noticed him, even after three months of tentative attempts at flirting. His colleagues told him to give up; she was out of his league. After all, she’d be heading back to NYU at the end of summer.

Still, he persisted.

On his cubicle wall, he hung a poster-sized blow up of her ID photo, which he had taken from the company website, and day-dreamed about the colourful life they’d have together in the hopefully not-so-distant future.