Sep 21, 2025
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Kiet doesn’t bother to look at the waiter, but he can tell just from his tone he’s in disbelief. Kiet just nods, looking down at his hands, He catches the waiter from the corner of his eyes, shifting around as Kiet continues to give him some kind of weird silent treatment.
“So, what exactly are you running from?”
That’s enough to get Kiet’s attention back onto the waiter, watching him smile as Kiet’s head snaps back in his direction. “What?”
“Well, I’m asking what you’re running from?” the waiter repeats, tapping his foot as he crosses his arms. “Nobody just moves to the Junction. So, what are you running away from?”
