San Francisco, atop a high-rise.
Jade lay against the railing, her eyes fixed on the square below, scorched black by lightning, still muttering.
"Sol is so strong. That one hammer blow caved the ground in..."
Wangchuan turned his head, looking at her with his purple moon-phase eyes.
"I run into you everywhere."
His tone was flat, without much inflection, but Jade could hear a trace of helplessness in it.
"Hehe."
Jade turned away from the railing and leaned her back against it, grinning at him. "Tso Lan, do you think I'm annoying?"
"No."
"Then why are you making that face?"
"What face?"
"That..." Jade tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Never mind. If you say no, then no."
She turned her head toward Loke.
Loke was leaning against the railing, his hands in his suit pockets, watching her with amusement in his gray-blue eyes.
Jade looked him up and down.
"Do you know me?"
Loke raised an eyebrow.
"You don't remember me?"
Jade frowned and stared at his face for a long while.
"Have we met?"
Loke chuckled.
"On a street in Chinatown."
"You bumped into me."
Jade blinked.
"I've bumped into lots of people."
"And with looks like yours, I think I'd remember if I'd bumped into you."
Loke's smile deepened.
"Really?"
His body began to change.
His dark gray suit turned into a light-colored dress, and his short hair spread into long locks.
His gray-blue eyes turned dark brown, and his angular face softened into that of a young woman.
Jade's eyes widened.
"You!"
She pointed at Loke, her mouth wide enough to fit an egg.
"You're... that woman!"
"The woman I bumped into on the street!"
Keeping that woman's face, Loke spoke in a woman's voice.
"Remember me now?"
Jade stepped back, bumping her back