[ Li Lianhua is in like company, apparently, quite by coincidence. The table of snacks and desserts is certainly vast enough to fit a few people at once, but after a moment, as a couple people clear out with their own (probably reasonably portioned) plates, it leaves just two people left still loading up on sweets. Li Lianhua and a young boy, gangly and tan, with one hand carefully balancing a plate nearly overflowing with food. It's one of those moments where the sudden solitude together snaps one's attention to the other... Li Lianhua has a striking presence, naturally, at the very least the most glamorous-looking person Alberto has ever met, standing in contrast to him with his messy pompadour and kitty cat pajamas, the vague shadow of brown mascara still smudged over his upper lip, after finding his fake mustache harder to wipe off than he'd expected... At first glance, the kid's none too subtle about staring at the older man. It just so happens, though, that they've caught each other red-handed, both stuffing more food into their pockets at the same exact time. Something Alberto hasn't seen anyone else do except for himself (and it's not his first round at the snack table, mind you) but sees absolutely no problem with. Smart move, right? After a beat, it brings a wide, endeared smile to his face, deliberately locking eyes with the man. He doesn't say anything, exactly — just gives a short, knowing chuckle, his free hand frozen mid-shove halfway into his pocket. Great minds think alike, maybe... ]
sleepover; bountiful buffet