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Chapter 6: No Idea

It was Wednesday morning. I was sat in the living-room of my dorm. I'd made myself a cup of tea, but all I'd done with it so far was rotate it round and round in my hands. I hadn't slept a wink, I had tried, lying motionless in bed with my eyes close hoping sleep would catch up with me but nothing worked, so in the end I just have up.  

I'd spent the last two hours staring at my lesson schedule, I had film, English and double media, and so did DongWoon. What was I going to do? In all my life, I'd never have thought I'd ever meet any of my Korean idols, and now I was in the same classes as one of them! 

I finally raised my cup to my lips and took a sip but immediately spat it back out. "I really need to learn to drink my tea quicker," I instructed myself and placed the mug in the small coffee table. I looked at the clock on my phone, it was nearly 6:15 so I got up off the sofa, dragging my fleecy blanket with me, wrapping it around my shoulders.  

I had no idea how I was going to stay awake in class. So I got dressed quickly and decided I'd leave early so I could get an expresso from the diner down the road from my university.  

It was fairly nippy outside, the sun was rising slowly over the horizon, casting a pinkish red glow. It was only 6:50 so I could afford to take it easy and walk a little slower than usual. I inhaled deeply but soon regretted it when I began to sneeze and my eyes started itching and watering. I cursed my hayfever and wiped the years away.  

I had reached the gates of my university and carried on walking towards a small diner that was placed at the corner of the road. I walked towards the green door that had a red neon sign above it reading 'welcome'. The interior had been designed to look like a traditional, old school American diner, with the checked tiled flooring and cosy booths with simple tables and padded sofas. I wondered along the long 'L' shaped counter and was greeted by a petite American girl.  

"Hello," she started, having a great amount if trouble talking in Korean. "How may I...Erm...have you?" She finished, looking rather embarrassed with herself, shaking her head slowly in disappointment.  

I giggled, even though I shouldn't, but I knew how she felt. "It's okay," I said in English. "I've made worse mistakes than that, trust me," I said in a warm tone. 

"Oh thank God, you speak English," her releif was plastered all over her pretty face, and her body lost some of the tension. "Your mistake couldn't of been that bad."  

I nodded slowly and spoke. "I've lived here a month and my next door neighbour already hates me." 

She tilted her head slightly to the side. "How come?"  

I chuckled to myself. Even though my mistake was embarrassing it was still pretty funny. "When he came round to welcome me to the neighbourhood, I kind of called him a donkey." 

The young barristers eyes shot open and her hand flew up to cover her mouth. She gasped, "he isn't an elder is he?" 

I shook my head. "Lucky for me, no, he's only a few weeks older than me. His umma was with him though, but she just laughed." 

The girl shook her head in disbelief. "Oh dear." She asked me for my order and when I told her she filled up a small scoop with great cocoa beans and attached it to the machine. She pressed some buttons and it spluttered to life, filling the air with a strong aroma of coffee. "So," the girl started, "what are you doing in Korea?" She asked, holding a friendy smile on her lips.  

"University. I didn't want to study in England and I've always wanted to come to South Korea." I smiled at her and she pulled out a small cardboard cup out from under the counter and placed it under a nozzle and pressed more buttons. "How about you, is it the same?"