A symphony of Seoul , loves melody across the nation

Chapter 3

Aria

It's the last day and tomorrow I'll fly to India without any inspiration. I'll be again the unemployed daughter of my family who just stay's home in the name of writting. One more time my father will torture me to get a job or atleast get married! Seriously, we Indians have a common solution on every problem, MARRIAGE.
Unemployed? Get married.
Can't study? Get married.
Depressed? Get married.
Headache? Get married.
One headache can kill other. True!
I just want to live this day my fullest, but how ?
Literally me thinking this sitting in some weired japnese hotel. What I am even doing? Eating japnese food in Korea. I really should get sued for this.
A weired haired guy came. I guess waiter.
And placed some pamplet on the table. No Aria. It's a menu card.
I smile at him with sealed lips. But he doesn't seem to like that. He bow to me and left.
"Seriously, what's even written in this?"  Ok, I may not that smart but I know it's japnese. What I am even expecting in a japnese restaurant.
I sigh taking a look around as people's enjoying their food and I am even struggling here to order it.
I decided to take a look at the menu card again, holding it in my both hand.
I searched around for a minute, a gentleman face who would help me without making me feel pathetic.
But , I found a face which I may know.

"Excuse me?" I tap gently on his shoulder as he was busy looking at his phone with a same earphone as me.
He flinched and glanced at me. His eyes spread as fungus. What's with this expression even? He's giving me a face as I am his worst nightmare.
I gave him a awkward smile.
"Could you please help me ?" I asked with putting that awkward smile.
"Huhhh.." He raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"Could you please order me something?" I asked him.
"W-what?" He asked stuttering.
"Anything which is good."
"ohhh." He scratches his temple taking the menu card.
It's been a whole 2 minutes but this guy doesn't able to choose what should I eat.
"You know? Standing here is kind of awkward, I may sit." I suggested and sat infront of him. Assuming he's alone too.
"You eat fish?" He asked.
"Not a big fan, can you just order something like noodles?"  I asked.
"Noodles?" He repeated after me taking a good look at the menu.
"With egg?" He asked picking from the menu.
"Fine." I said after a long pause since I am not sure eating an egg.
He ordered it for me.
"Thank you very much." I thank him from the bottom of my heart.
"You read japnese too ? impressive."  I complement him.
"I am japnese." He answered.
"Ohhh... So you're traveling too."
He just nodd.
"I am Aria, Aria preet." I put my hand front for an handshake.
He glanced at me and than shook my hand.
He was thinking something. And I don't even mind asking him.
"What happened?" I ended up asking.
"Wondering, is Aria a ....." Before he completes, I know what he's about to say.
"Indian... It's an Indian name Aria means song or melody and preet means love." I said being proud of my name.
"Indian.." He again repeated.
As our noodles came. We both digg in. As we were eating he was picking at me from his table while the chopsticks still in his mouth. As I caught his gaze he flinched.
"Wondering, How I am eating with chopsticks?" I asked but he didn't said anything. I assume I am right.
"Just learn it from YouTube. Definetly it's going to seem weird trying to eat with a folk or spoon. When everyone is eating with chopsticks." I explained myself but he didn't seem to care .
"Yuki ?" I said and his chopsticks again froze in his mouth.
"Is it your name?" I asked.
"Yuki Miyazaki." He corrected me in his japnese accent.
"Your name seem more cool in japnese accent." I complement him and he smiled finally.
"By the way what you do for living mister Yuki Miyazaki ?" I asked.
"Photographer." He answered.
"Cool. And what about job?" I asked him casually. A moment of silence appeared in between us.
"It's my work." He confirmed. My eyes widened.
"No no, don't get me wrong. You know we Indians really don't see photography as career. It's a more of a hobby you know. People's in India always do something more like a job besides photography." I explained him. He nodd as he was really understanding what I want to say.
"So you're not a more of talker?" I asked. Since I was the one whose talking like stupid all this time.
"Not with a stranger I met twice." He said.
"You're funny." I laugh but looks like he didn't get the joke.
"Like when you meet someone for the first time they are stranger but not the second time.That's why I asked for help." It was me explaining him again.
"What you do?" He asked.
"Writting." I said immediately as I was waiting for the moment.
"Writting? Writter!" His eyes widened again in curiosity. I love how his eyes are more expressive than he himself.
"Yeap!" I nodd.
"Great."
"You know , we should've to meet before like 4 days ago. I was really missing human contact. You can't even believe I talked only 10-12 words in these 4 days. I just felt like I will loose my voice." I said being dramatic. He laughed.