It's seven o'clock in the morning.
Although it's a little bit late than usual, I've still got time to wash my face, wear my uniform, have a samgak-gimbob...and rush off for work! Hey. wait a minute. Where am I? What are these straight white sheets of a bed? Wait. Were these pink slippers on the floor were MINE? I like them, but I never remember having those! What about these cream-colored wallpaper, and this double-sized bed? My room was much messier and all I had for sleeping was that teeny-tiny mattress! This is not my PLACE! WHERE THE HECK am I?
The door opens slowly, perhaps trying its best to answer my inner question. It leads a man, quite tall and slim-figured, drills in with a beaming smile on his face. His trimmed ochre brown hair, neat eyebrows and deep brown eyes make him even more look like some cute idol star I always watched on TV...until he turns towards me and puts a Cub Scout salute with only using his index and middle finger. Immediately, he leaned in front of me and spoke in a tone like a mother who saw her toddler son with a bleeding knee; Miss Na Yoon Han, are you okay now?
I wonder how he knows my name, but soon find my ID card right next to me. I should say yes, maybe. I only remember brief things about yesterday anyway. Well, there was a staff dinner...some pork and soju...scowling people...a middle aged man pointed at me...Hey! Come over here and pour me some beer! I kicked him in the buttocks and tried to walk away, I suppose. Then he came over me...my right cheek went hot with a thunder-clap...then another came over and pulled my right arm...and that's it. Everything goes on blurry when I felt something was pulling me again when I was trying to hit the other, too.
After I nodded, I see the man's eyes looking over me. Then, he says in a much cheerier voice; Hey, wait a sec. I'll bring you some food! When he walked away, I felt my thigh wrapped in bandage much heavier. With the relatively light tone, his looks and his cute little salute, I think he's more like a boy. But...how come he had courage to take me?
The guy-let's call him a guy-comes back, with a white plate full of chicken with something yellow rice on top. Then, he almost pushes himself near me so I can hear his breath. He hands me the plate and I hear him saying; I'm not a very strong person, but I''m bold enough to bring you to my place and cook you chicken with quinoa.
While I am about to blubber Thank you, he beams a smile and whispers to me;
Bon Appétit, Mademoisélle.
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