"Yeah," Kylie said with a smile. "Are you American too?"
"Nope." The man shook his head. "I'm Italian."
"Really?" Kylie was confused. He had a typical white American face.
"Well, my parents migrated to Italy, and I was born there," the man said.
"Oh." It was hard for Kylie to meet someone who could speak good English in Thailand, so she took out the piece of paper at once. "Would you please tell me where I can find this?"
The man reached out his hand to take the paper. His long slim fingers were unusually cold when they touched Kylie's hand by chance.
Kylie was struck dumb for a second. She would believe he was a ghost if she met him in the night.
"Starch?" he asked.
"Yeah, is there any in this supermarket? I can't find it," Kylie said. "Yes," He took out a bag of starch from his shopping basket, "but this is the last bag."
