Match of my life - heung-min son

Drinks

Son lead me out of the stadium and we got into his car, before he pulled out of the car park and drove to a bar. I didn't know where we were going, but I was more distracted by the fact that I was in Heung-min Son's car. It was nice, a black Porsche carerra 911, with creamy leather interior. It was very comfortable, very cosy. We arrived at a bar and we got out of the car, before walking straight in.
"Ah, Mr son! Do you want the corner again?" The bartender asked as we walked through the door.
"Yes, thank you." He said, and the bartender got the security guard to clear the corner for us to sit down. It was a quaint little bar, lots of people in the small space, with it's hard wood walls and loud music, but not loud enough to be on a nightclub level. The security guard then stayed close to us, in case anyone tried to get to Son.
"Do you want anything to drink? I'll go up and order them if you want." I asked, and Son shook his head.
"I'll go and get the drinks. I'm the one who invited you, after all. What do you like?" He asked, and I smiled.
"I'll have a cosmopolitan, please." I told him, and he got up, walking away to the bar. I watched as he ordered our drinks, looking at his soft black hair and toned legs. After a while he returned with the drinks; my cosmopolitan and his beer. He sat down opposite me and smiled as I sipped my drink.
"Good drink?" He asked, and I nodded. "Good. Now, Miss Suzie Porter, how about you tell me a bit about yourself." He said, And i nodded.
"Well, I'm 22, I grew up here in London, Camden Town, now I live there still with my housemate, Joe." I explained, Son listening intently to me.
"Very nice. And what do you do for a living?" He asked, and I smiled. I loved it when people asked what I did for work, and I loved it even more when they held a good conversation about it.
"I'm an artist. I paint portraits and contemporary art for clients, and they pay me for it. Had some noticeable names come through to me too, actually." I said, and he smiled. Good conversation was surely about to come from this.
"Really? Like who?" He asked.
"I did a portrait for Leona Lewis back like 4 years ago, and I did one recently for tom Daley, I painted his kid for him." I told him.
"That's so cool, Suzie. You'll have to show me your art sometime." He said, and I blushed softly, pushing my glasses back up my nose where they had slid down. I looked into Son's soft brown eyes, and he looked back at mine, similar in colour and shape.
"Do you have Korean family? You look very familiar to me." He said, and I laughed.
"Uh, no. My mum came from Japan, and my dad's from England, so I'm half Japanese. But I don't know, maybe my mum has some family from South Korea." I told him.
"Do you speak Japanese?" He asked me curiously.
"I do. I speak fluent Japanese, but my mother language is English." I said, and he nodded.
"That's cool. I picked up a bit of Japanese when I visited there before." He told me.
"Well, what about you? Tell me something about yourself." I asked him, and he blushed.
"Uh, well. I'm from South Korea, as you know. I speak Korean and English, but my English is not good. I also really like to play football." He told me, and I laughed.
"I knew that already! How about you tell me something I don't know, like maybe... your number?" I asked him, and it was his turn to laugh.
"Gladly!" He said, before we exchanged numbers and continued our conversation, enjoying each other's company.