Author's note: Ahhhh, after like a super long haitus (four years to be exact), I have updated this piece! As always, I don't own the Rush Hour franchise nor the characters. I really hope everyone can forgive me T.T Leave feedback if something is amiss and I'll learn from mistakes as always ;)

Chapter TWO

It was close to the afternoon by the time Soo-Yung felt comfortable enough to step out of the luxury bathroom. After a rather long cry-session, she felt her eyes fighting to stay in her sockets.

Subconsciously, she looked into the mirror and almost burst into tears again. She looked horrible: paling cheeks, bloodshot eyes, and a drained appearance to everything.

If Soo-Yung could laugh at herself, she would've. She wasn't the same woman who just came back from Hawaii four months ago. And she was definitely not the same woman who had hopes for a great college experience followed by a job and a life free of danger.

"Hah." She breathed out a sigh. "Well, I'm a bit far from that right now…"

Soo-Yung gathered some clean clothes from her suitcase and dried herself up. She had to take her mind off of those things. In Paris, she was safe; Reynard was her best bet and she trusted the kind old man with all that's left of her heart.

She glanced at her choice of outfit and managed a slight smile. Black jeans coupled with black leather boots and a white tank top with a beige cardigan. Yeah, it felt like she was about to head out for a girl's get-together brunch.

Well, girl's night outs or brunches seemed to be a far-fetched concept for her now. What was left for her was lunch with her father's political friend under constant surveillance. Fun.

Soo-Yung mentally slapped herself for straying into angst zone again.

"Agh, no more negative talk!" She yelled to no one in particular. The isolation was really getting to her now. She had to go talk to someone, anyone actually, less she wanted to go insane.

She combed her already straight hair to loosen up her nerves and tried positive self-talk. "It's ok. You can do this. It's just simple lunch, no one's gonna hurt you… No one's going to hurt you."

A small laugh escaped her soft lips. See, she felt a bit better already. She'll enjoy her stay in this manor and maybe she'll even get a chance to call her father...maybe.

Soo-Yung grabbed the necklace Lee gave her and strode across the room. The night at the hospital was in the past. What was important right now was that she was safe, her father is alive, and the men sent to kill him are now gone.

Her stomach growled in agreement and she groaned. A good lunch could sure calm her at the moment.