Zhang Heng didn't stay at the bar for long. He pulled his hoodie over his head and walked out of the with his head lowered.
Instead of going back to school, he went to a nearby public restroom.
Since it was a little over two in the morning, no one else was around. But the lights were on, and the air smelt of cheap disinfectant. Zhang Heng walked up to the sink in the men's toilet. The leaky faucet on his right dripped with a steady plop.
However, his eyes were on the mirror above the sink.
Back in Sex City, he did feel like his younger self again, but only now did he have a chance to examine his reflection. The beard on his face was gone, and the weathered hue on his skin had lost it's bronze tone. The callouses and scars on his body had disappeared too.
His face was ten years younger than his time in Nassau, a sight he found a little unfamiliar.
