"Oh uh, Mianhe. My Korean is not good." he replied back to me.

I looked at his suitcase. Hm, Gucci... intresting. Anyways. And the tag attached to the suitcase said that he was from China. I smiled and laughed a bit then replied in Chinese. "It's fine, Im a little bad at Korean myself." He smiled and looked relieved that he wasnt with someone who only knew Korean.

And to be honest, i was relieved also. I could tell we were going to get along just fine