He pulled his phone from his pocket, tapped the screen twice, and turned it toward her.
The footage showed the cafe interior in high definition. The angle came from near the counter, capturing Cixi's face in clear detail.
In the video, Ronny walked through the door, approaching her. The camera caught the exact moment Cixi's body noted his presence. It showed all how her shoulders seized, her spine locked, the colour drained from her face so fast it looked like someone had pulled a plug. Her eyes widened, and the way her hand gripped the mob.
"What would you call that, after watching the video?"
Cixi saw Ronny's face. She saw her own body's response. She rose from the couch in anger. "You are violating my privacy."
