When you set foot in the South Korea International Airport, you breathed in a deep breath. Looking around, you found a sign that directed you towards the luggage pick-up.  Grabbing your purple luggage and slinging your navy blue carry-on bag over your shoulder, you took a folded piece of paper from your back pocket. ‘Okay. After getting my luggage, I’m supposed to meet Mr. Lee Jungryul in the cafe.’ You made your way through the airport, your long, brown hair flowing behind you as you walked. A young man, probably around 20 years old (Korean age) glanced down near your chest and winked at you as you passed by him. You blushed madly, but kept walking. When you finally arrived at the cafe, you saw a man in his early forties wearing a collared shirt and tie sitting alone. ‘That must be Mr. Lee,’ you thought to yourself as you walked over to him. You remembered your manners as you bowed, “Anneyonghaeseyo, Kim 

~~~~~~~ -inmida. Are you Mr. Lee?”

The man also bowed at a 90-degree angle. “Anneyong. Yes, I am Mr. Lee. Welcome to South Korea, Kim ~~~~~~~. Please sit.” He gestured to a chair on the opposite side of his table. 

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