"Hi," he said with his Asian mouth.

"Hi," I said back.

His eyes were so slanted that I got lost in the black pupils that swirled with golden and green streaks. Who is this boy, I internally wondered.

"I'm L," he said. 
"L??? Like the letter L?" I then asked. 
"Yes," he replied.

His eyes were small but they told a story. Maybe the story had words in it and that is why his name is L.

"I'm Bopinka," I stammered. That wasn't my name? I didn't know my name??!!

The only thing I really knew was that I wanted to know his story. I wanted to read it. I wanted to live it.

"I like that name," he said. 

My heart is beating so fast! I told him a name that I don't even know is mine!!

"Thanks," I blushed.

I am thinking... 

"Are you an author??" I asked. 
"I'm part of a band called Infinite..." He replied. 
"Oh. 'Cause your eyes tell a story," I say, smoothly.  (Ooooh, this pick up line better work!)

"Uhhhh," he said. 

NOOOOOO, it didn't work!