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His hands were warm. "Oh really? Where is that?”

Instead of saying something, he dragged both of us into another run spree. I had too much exercise today. UGH! Good thing, I didn't dress up today and wore sneakers instead of heels. We continued to run until Xiumin came to an abrupt stop, and I bumped into his back.

"Why did you---" I was cut off, by Xiumin pointing at the restaurant.

"We're here," he stated. We stood there staring at the building.

"Well, what are we standing here for? Let's go!" Pulling Xiumin by his hand.

Almost instantly as I pushed the front door open to the restaurant, my nose was welcomed with delicious smells. Still holding Xiumin's hand, we walked to a waiter, asking them for a table for two. I always wanted to say that... The waiter showed us to a table that was near a window, and then he left to get our menus. Xiumin had let go of my hand so that he pull out a chair for me.

I sat down at the seat. "You didn't have to do that,” I smiled. "But, thanks anyway."

Xiumin pulled out a chair for himself and sat down. "No, no, it's my pleasure."

The waiter came back, handing us our menus, and again left to do other waiter things. I opened the menu, not bothering to read anything and just skimmed for 'bibimbap'. If you saw the price, you would want to come here every day. 8,000 won?! In CAD, that’s a little over $9, and I guess I'll be coming here more often.

"So, bibimbap, right?" Xiumin asked before the waiter came to get our orders. I nodded.

"What can I get you?" the waiter asked us both for our orders.

Xiumin spoke up. "Can we get one bibimbap and two water bottles, juseyo?" The waiter nodded, leaving to give the orders to the cooks.

"You're not getting anything?" I thought he was hungry too, now I felt guilty for troubling him.

Fanning himself. "No, just water. All that running had gotten me thirsty.” He was easy to talk to, for being someone I just met.

"So, are most Koreans friendly to foreigners, specifically black ones?" I asked, curiosity getting ahead of me.

Grinning to himself. "I'm not sure about others, but I, myself, is friendly to everyone." He must be really proud of himself for that quality; I wish I wasn't so judgmental when I meet people, and just try to be their friend. I smiled, thinking that maybe I met a great friend. Oddly, my heart started to beat as I thought about that.

We continued to talk about ourselves during the wait. I found out that he was born on March 26, 1990, so that would make him my oppa, my first one here in Korea. He apparently loves steamed buns and pumpkins. Good at making spaghetti, and is strong. He even told me that he has abs. ABS... Not something you tell someone you just met, but I'm cool with knowing that. I mean I even told him that I get frightened very easily, even if you jump out at me and scared, then do it again.... I WILL SCREAM. Also, I confessed to him that I worked on designing for films and stuff but actually wanted to be a game designer. I didn’t know why I told him these things, but it was like I was talking to an old friend and we were catching up on life.

With a tray with my bibimbap, some side dishes, and two water bottles in hand, the waiter placed it down carefully onto our table and left.  I stared at my food, no