They settled into sa weird routine after that day. Sitting next to each other doing thier work. Dayanara laughed at his silly English and taught him while he taught her Korean.  Dayanara watched him scribble hangul fast.

˝You never told me how to call you˝

˝What you mean?˝

˝What do you mean, your names˝

˝It's one name, Joon Kyung, call me gonzo˝

˝That sounds like a gremlin name˝- Dayanara giggled and moved before his pen hit her face.

˝It's not like diary˝

˝Hey my name isn't dairy! Jooooniieee˝- Dayanara stuck her tongue out.

˝You can say that, it's cute˝

˝Like your cheeks awww˝- She began pinching them together and cooing. It took right 34 seconds before he snapped and shooed her hands away.   ˝Lyrics again?˝

˝Yeah..˝

˝Need help?˝

˝You said you can't rap˝

˝I can't write rap but I can see that you can't spell properly, let me see!˝- Dayanara snatched his paper and laughed at the mistake. He spelled your and you're right the opposite way! Stiffling her giggles she sat closer and began explaining the differences. 

˝How come you write here and not in a studio?˝- Dayanara asked after they finished their work and just relaxed watching people walk by.

˝Can't afford it, it's free here and I get free english lessons˝- Joon answered in Korean.  Dayanara got better listening to him talk because he talked slow.

˝Are you talking slow because of me?˝- She puff