You held my hand tightly and I brought you to a little restaurant in Myeongdong and you're eyes were looking around, but in the end only stuck on me.
You told me how much you enjoyed the korean food and that you had been sick of eating baked camanbert and soufflés only then you chuckled.
I did not know you were from france before.
You helped me to pronounce your name properly and it was fun to learn it, I felt really proud as I finally managed it, it rolled off my tongue just as well as my name rolled of yours by now.
It was about to turn nine when I was about to bring you home but you dragged me elsewhere and looked up to me.
It was like a baby asking for more candy.
