Hot and crowded. Good because of the first part, but horrible because of the second. That’s how the streets were downtown at lunch time. I was walking with Doojoon hyung, we were going to have lunch together at his mom’s restaurant.

                — Hyung, is it too far yet? — I asked him.

                — No, just a few squares…

                — Squares? Are you sure you didn’t mean steps? — I kept complaining.

                — I’m hungry too, but umma’s restaurant is still nearer than one of our houses. And we don’t pay! — he cheered.

                — Arasso, arasso — I said and we kept walking.

                Sometime later, we arrived at Doojoon’s umma’s restaurant.

                — Umma, we’re going to have lunch here today, ok? — he said.

                —Of course, yeobo~ — she answered with her motherly tone — Annyeong, Hyunseung!

                — Annyeonghaseyo, omoni — I bowed politely.

                — How’s your family going?

                — They’re good, thanks for asking — I smiled.

                — Alright then, tell your umma I want to hang out with her this weekend. Boys, have a sit now, I’ve got some work to do.

                —Okay! Gamsahamnida, omoni — I bowed again.

                We ate her delicious food while talking about video games and other electronic stuff. When we finished, I thanked her