only thirty percent of a heart could be put into the shoulder bump sung gave ting, lesser so to the tug on a side of his lips. “you did a good job out there.” there was no way he could verify that with his own eyes, considering he was either in the line behind ting or too busy doing a quick-change to notice anything else going on, but, ting was a traditionally handsome man, tall and well put together. that was all that was required of them to fit into the mold of this not all that professional fashion show.
in his experience, too, ting was usually good at things, bias aside. “did you ask to be on the lineup, or do you think dimensions is planning more of this kind of stuff for you?” did that sound targeted? at this point, sung couldn’t tell when he was being too harsh, too assuming, of a company’s intentions. of the companies present at this event, he knew the least about dimensions, too. -maybe he was being unfair.