"I expect more a bonus at the end of the month, boss. What's his name again?"

"Lee Hyun Ki. Hyun Ki's the first name. Korean, dressed in white, with a big red bag. I'd go get him myself but I'm-"

"On vacation. But boss, it's raining! And it was my free day too! And it's raining! And Love Actually was on TV! And it's raining!"

"And he's a twenty years old boy who doesn't even speak good English. Lost, cold, and all alone. Without a cellphone, too! Be good, Sam. Go get him, bring him home, then go back to your home and make yourself a good cup of tea. I'll buy you the DVD for that movie. Heck, I'll buy you ten dvds if you'll shut up!"

I sigh in defeat, running a hand through my roughly chopped hair: when I decided to cut my long hair, last week, my experiment with scissors to help me get a "new style" gained me 3 hours locked in the bathroom, hair everywhere on the floor and yes, a new style. Bad Haircut Scissors Sensation 2010.

"I'll go. You still owe me."

Boss' laughter is crisp and loud at the other end of the line. She tells me the address of the hotel where the new boy got lost as I put my hoodie on, sandwiching my phone between my chin and my shoulder as I put on my shoes.

"See ya later, boss. I'll call you later."

"Be safe, honey, okay? "

"Yeah, yeah. I'll kidnap him and let you know." I reply, laughing.

I hang up and read my notes. Isn't it that super fancy hotel? We don't get to deliver there often, seeing how it is stuff for vip. I shake my head as I grab my keys.

I try to remember the way to the hotel as I walk to my motorcycle, rain pouring down on me.  There has been quite a ruckus these days because of some korean artist that came here in LA for a concert, and I know for sure that they were staying there. What kind of music do they play, anyway? Korea... maybe something traditional. Pretty asian girls in pretty traditional costumes playing nice, calming, relaxing music. No wonder Hyun Ki insisted to deliver the order there himself. I'd do the same with hot musicians, too.

Not that it will make him forgive him. It's my free day, and the new guy managed to get lost in a freaking hotel and make the boss pity him so much to ask ME to go rescue him.
Not even a whole chorus of singing korean girls are worth it.

Wet, cold and miserable, I put my helmet on and disappear into the night.

I'm going to make him pay. Just you wait, Lee Hyun Ki...