Yeonpyeong Island, South Korea
The foreigner walked through his room, looking at the flowers someone had brought, when Ha-Yoon barged in.
"What are you doing?" She looked at him, wearing only shorts, all sweaty.
As he responded, she shook her head inwardly, trying to focus on what he was saying, not how his muscles looked with him just standing there, shirtless.
"Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying..." But he noticed the way she looked at his torso and legs, and immediately grabbed a shirt from over the chair he had left it. "Oh, I'm sorry! I was working out, so I took off my shirt, so that it wouldn't get all soaked. I'm sorry."
She tilted her head, narrowing her light brown eyes to slits.
"You... Don't speak Korean?" She asked in a very fluent english.
"Oh, so you do speak English, thank you. It's nice to have someone understand me around here... And no, I don't speak Korean, I'm sorry." He bowed his head.
