C.3: The Mix-Up

Dragging my feet, I took the first pink luggage I saw on the conveyer belt and headed towards my hotel. Flagging the cab, I robotically thanked the uncle for helping me load the luggage in his trunk. Somehow, Ritz didn’t seem so grand. I look the tall man as he greeted me with a smile. Then followed him to my private suite. 

While lying down on the gorgeous bed, I heard the faint sound of my handphone playing the happy tunes of Twinkle. Ah I’m dying, I can afford to miss one phone call. Hence, I closed my eyes and drown out the noise with my sorrow. It stopped. I muttered a little sorry to whoever. 

Then the annoying ring was back. I take back my apology. The fifth consecutive time of ring-a-ton, I glared and picked up my cell. ‘Hello.’ I may have sounded sweet but actually I was hiding my intentions of smashing whoever it is. ‘Hello?’ The voice a little like a cat tip toeing about the unknown ground. ‘Who is this?’ I asked. ‘Aigoo. What do I do.’ Korean? ‘Hold...wait...please.’ That was an english sentence? I giggled at her lack of ability at the world’s most common language. After all a dying girl need not have social adequacy. Now, all I could hear was the rustling of paper.

‘I understand korean. Can’t speak it well though.’ The rustling stopped and a huge breath was received. Guess that was her heaving a sigh of relief. ‘Oh thank you. My english is like . You have my luggage.’ My body sat me straight up and with a confused stare at my pink luggage. ‘No. I have my luggage.’ I took the steps towards the familiar and most certainly my luggage. ‘No, I have your luggage thus this phone call...Ms Tipany?’ What was with that higher tone at the last syllabus of my name? ‘You should see Dookong sticker next to the handle...Dookong is a pea like sticker.’

Magically there it was. Three co-jointed green circles with eyeballs. ‘Oh! MY GOSH! I'm so sorry. My bad. So how would you like to do the switch?’ I bit my lower lip and did a fast prayer that she is near by. ‘I’m at... Hotel Louvre Marsollier.’ The name of her hotel was perfectly pronounced by the robotic voice of her laptop. I giggled once more however this time was for her cute ways. ‘How about I meet you at Place Vendome?’ 

Immediately, the clicking of the laptop could be heard. Followed by a breif moment of silence as Google did the efficient job of searching I presume. On the other hand maybe for her case it would be Naver. ‘Okay. See you there! Tomorrow?’ Right the time. ‘1 pm?’ I sure not going to wake up early. I need to sleep in. Warming up my body to the idea of eternal sleeping. ‘Sure. I’ll be wearing a pink tiger print hairband. Just in case the pink luggage doesn’t do the trick.’ I smiled at that simple sarcasm joke. ‘I will take note. See you soon...’ What was her name? ‘Taeyeon.’ Right I never did get her name throughout the whole conversation. ‘See you tomorrow Ms Taeyeon shi.’ And with the mutual greetings of goodbye, we hang up. 

I spaced out for awhile, next touched the end of my smile. Who is she?