I look at Jay. I had never thought of it that way before. I’m so excited I break out some of my limited English abilities from studying abroad in middle school.

“Really, Jay?! That’s amazing!”

He laughs a little at my accent (he is from Seattle, after all).

I switch back to Korean.

“Yah, oppa, don’t laugh at my English! Obviously it’s not on the same level as yours!”

I playfully punch him in the arm.

“Chae Rin-ah, I don’t know if I want to help you anymore. You’re so…abusive.”

He feigns a look of hurt.

A few people give us strange looks but I don’t care. I’m already feeling better.