"Excuse me… aren't you Ms. Hina Chan?"
A young man, who was obviously our fellow countryman by his looks, asked Hina as we were sitting at the university cafeteria on the 4th floor of the Old Building, often affectionately called 'Brunch Bowl' (or so I've read).
He was accompanied by another boy and two girls from our own ilk.
":Mmph: Yes! :Munch Munch: Wow, how did you know?!!", Hina responded excitedly quickly gulping down the massive bite of sandwich she had in her mouth. Not to appear rude, I allowed myself only a mental facepalm.
Of course, they know you, Hina… nobody else here would but our compatriots would.
"Wow, that's amazing! Is it OK, if we sit with you…?"
Some of them were carrying trays of food that they'd just gotten to eat for lunch.
"No"
I cut them out before anything could even start.
"Hey, Sin! That's rude!"
Hina reprimanded me.
