A/N: English is in blue. Chinese is in red. Korean is just in black :)

A coffee shop loyalty card is a card on which you collect stamps in order to get a free drink.

寶 (bao) translates to treasure in English, which is why Jewel finds it incredibly cheesy :P 寶貝 (bao bei) is just embarrassing; it translates to darling, or a kind of pet name, like precious.

"Bye, Jewel! Stay in touch! And good luck next year in college!" Your friend shouts and waves as you go through the gate to the terminal.

You wave one last time at her and turn away smiling. This past week that you had spent with her in Vancouver had been amazing.

"Ow," you wince as someone rolls his suitcase over your foot. You look to see who it is and are taken aback. A guy about your age, perhaps a little older, who looked like he'd been crying. He was taller than you. Chinese, you could tell. Instead of pursuing the blame, you just shrugged it off. He obviously had something too important on his mind to pay attention to where he was going.

***

You have just settled into your aisle seat when a shadow falls over you. Someone coughs. "Can I get-" You look up as his voice cracks. It's the guy who ran over your foot with his suitcase. He clears his throat and repeats himself hoarsely. "Can I get in? I'm 36E." His voice is in the in-between stages, right when it begins to deepen to how it will sound as an adult. It makes him seem more vulnerable.

You look at him for a couple of seconds as he avoids eye contact, feeling uncomfortable. "Hey. You know what, you sit in the aisle seat. You need the legroom way more than I do," you chuckle as you get up and move into the window seat. He looks shocked, then pleased.

"Um, thanks," he smiles shyly at your gesture of goodwill and sits down. "I'm Kevin. Kevin Li."

"I'm Jewel Lee," you smile back lightly.

He hesitates and then confesses: "You know, I would shake your hand but my hands are kind of sweaty right now." He blushes.

"Many thanks for telling me. That's very considerate of you," you laugh.

He smiles slightly and awkwardly notes : "Hey, we have the same last name."

You know that they are probably not the same Romanized spelling, as your dad is Korean and his is Chinese (he doesn't look mixed), but you don't bother telling him that. "Well, I am Chinese too," you tell him. He isn't Korean so it doesn't matter if you tell him you are or not.

He looks embarrassed. Well, of course you are.

"What's your Chinese name?" You ask him. You aren't particularly interested but it's a logical next step to keep the conversation going.

"亦凡 (Yi Fan). What's yours?"

"Promise not to laugh?" You say seriously.

"It can't be that bad," he laugh.

"No. It is. You laugh, you die," you point at him, playfully threatening. You met him literally moments before, but you have always had this knack of making people comfortable quickly.

"Okay, I promise!" He gives in.

"Okay. Get ready."

He nods.

"My Chinese name is 寶 (Bao)."

He suppresses a laugh but can't help his grin.

"It's not that bad," he chokes.

"It's like a direct translation of my English name," you complain. "Couldn't they be a little more creative? I mean, I get that they were in a love bubble and that I was a treasure to them but seriously, it's not like I'm going to stay a baby forever!"

"寶 (Bao)? As in 寶貝(bao bei)?" He finally laughs.

You shoot him a cold glare. Damn it.

He quiets immediately but can't stop grinning. "Sorry."

You sigh. "S'okay, should've expected it."

He can't resist and asks: "Did they call you 寶寶?"

You look outraged. "Yah!"

He laughs freely. "Sorry! Just kidding!"

The two of you continue chatting for a while until you both naturally fall silent. You because you know Kevin is tired, him because he can't help it. He must have cried a ton earlier, you muse. Looking over a few minutes later, you find him asleep, head at a weird angle.

"Aigoo… His neck is going to cramp if he sleeps like that." You carefully fold up your blanket (you aren't cold anyway) and place it under his head, lifting it slightly. "There."

***

Soon, the pilot announces that you're landing. "Yah, 亦凡 (Yi Fan), we're landing," you shake him gently.

"Already?" He groans and sits up. His face contains both nervousness and anticipation, as well as fear as he looks out the window.

***

"Okay, I'm going to go find my parents now," you bid him farewell cheerfully. "Bye!"

"Bye," he smiles and gives you a small wave.

"Ah, ," you curse as someone bumps into you and your bag falls open. You sigh and crouch to pick up your things as people keep going around you.

The almost-full coffee-shop loyalty card from Angela's (a made-up café in NYC) that you use as a bookmark falls out of your book, Tolstoy's War and Peace. A slender but distinctly male hand picks it up. You look up.

"Oh, hi again," you grin at Kevin. He's holding a passport with a boarding pass that sticks out.

He smiles back at you. "Saw you needed a little help," he says. "What page are you on?"

"Page 1327," you say without missing a beat.

Kevin pauses for a second before placing the bookmark back in the book. "What's the point of a bookmark if you memorize the page number anyway?" He asked, curious.

"Dunno, I always think I'll remember it wrong but then I remember that I have perfect recall." You wink. "謝了 (thanks)! Bye for real now," you throw him a backwards glance and a bright smile before walking outside, oblivious to the fact that he wants to say something.

"Bye…" He trails off. He didn't get any of your contact information.

Your thoughts brush lightly on Kevin's boarding pass that said Seoul, South Korea, but soon you see your parents and all thoughts of him leave your mind.

A/N: The next chapter is only rated M because of two cuss words, just in case :)