Drax and Sara
Drax didn't doubt that she knew Huang. His wife was a force and almost painfully social. Even though she stumbled over English and in emotional fits often reverted to a slur of Vietnamese, she was never shy about voicing her opinions.
"Huang Drax," Drax began, holding a large hand about five feet off the bookstore floor. "About ye high and her weapon of choice is usually a mango cake.. I think she's a part of one of the book clubs."