Apartment: Mingmei & Donna
Mingmei grinned in recognition of her new friend. Yes, friend. Anyone Mingmei met was automatically her friend unless they gave her a reason not to like them. And that was pretty difficult to do. She even considered Aubrey her friend, when really she barely knew him and he was someone she'd only met once or twice before, and was a friend of Kitane's. Friends came easily for Mingmei, partially because she'd learned at a young age to adapt to the people around her.
"Ni hao," Mingmei greeted in her native Mandarin, the words slipping out before she could think much of it. She'd just gotten back from China about a week ago now. While in her house they spoke Cantonese, Mandarin was the language at large and the one that she spoke daily while at home at school and in other places. Many schools didn't allow Cantonese or local dialects to be spoken at all. "I can manage with that, yes," she stated. She never would have said otherwise, as it wasn't part of her culture.
"I wasn't sure what you'd like more, so I brought over some things to prepare dumplings and stir fry. I figure...everyone likes those things, right?" And handing over her double Americano, Mingmei passed it over to her new friend. "Here!" she stated triumphantly. There was a very, very slight accent to Mingmei's English, but it would be tough to pick up unless one knew the oddities of the Chinese speaking English. Every now and then her 'r's sounded more like 'l's', but for the most part, her English was flawless. She'd learned it here, for the most part, though she'd studied English back home before coming to America to study.