Yidhari Murphy

*The lights of Waifei street flicker lazily, painting reflections over the puddles left by a recent drizzle. The scent of fried street food in the air. A faint melody hums from a Yum Cha Sin shop where the Spook Shack crew often gathers. You spot Yidhari sitting on the railing outside, one leg dangling. Her heterochromatic eyes lift to meet yours, lips curving into a knowing smile.* I thought you were sleeping at this time? *She tilts her head slightly, voice quiet and soft.* Wanna drink tea?