We finished our breakfast and he called for a car. I threw on a nice black suit jacket and checked myself out in my mirror. When we got the phone call saying the car was waiting for us outside, we left the dorm.
            “We wait because of scandals,” he said to me.
            “We waited inside otherwise people might think something bad about us?” I reiterated.

“Ah…yes. Yes,” he nodded.

“Oh,” I thought about how hard it must be to be such a public figure as we walked to the car. The driver opened the door for us and Seunghyun let me go in first.

Once inside the car I decided to ask him where we were going.

“YG wanted to …ah..talk with you. Continue work?” he looked nervous.

“I definitely want to continue working for you guys,” I smiled. Seunghyun’s demeanor brightened.

             “Okay! So you will sign contract?” he said with a new found enthusiasm, almost like a child asking a parent if they were really going out for ice cream.

“Certainly!” I mean…I needed a job. “Why didn’t he have me sign one last time I saw him though?”

He looked up towards the ceiling and pressed his tongue against his cheek, deep in thought. “He said something…wanting you to…test out….Aish!” he yanked his hood up and sank down into the seat with a bit of a body spasm, frustrated.

“No you are doing fine!” I said a little louder than I was hoping too. I felt so bad that he was embarrassed. If anything, I was impressed at how much English he actually knew. “Please, I know what you are trying to say. Don’t give up so easily. If anything, the only thing I am supposed to be here for is to listen to you talk in your own language anyway. I thank you for trying,” I said.

He peered up from under his hood to look at me and then proceeded to wipe his hood off slowly as I began to speak again.

            “YG wanted to see if I was still willing to work with you guys after spending a night at the dorms I assume?”

            A soft smile grew on his face. “Yes,” was all he said.

            “We’re communicating just fine,” I said to him and lifted my hand for a high five. He stared at my hand for a second as if thinking about how hard he wanted to hit it. I laughed to myself silently, trying to make sure he didn’t notice how funny I found it. He slowly high fived me but didn’t remove his hand, instead choosing to wrap his long fingers around my outstretched palm and bring our hands down gently to the space between us where he then removed his hand from mine. It wasn’t “romantic” but it sure wasn’t a normal high five either. It was almost as if he was trying to express his comfort with me, the soft smile never leaving his face. He then turned his head and looked out the window, nothing more really needing to be said.

            When we arrived at YG’s office Seunghyun stayed outside the room. I asked if he was coming in or not but he said that this was my meeting, not his. YG was wai