I was sitting alone in a doctors office on the outskirts of Seoul, South Korea, my knee bouncing up and down anxiously.

I had broken my arm a while ago skateboarding, and was here today to get my cast off that had been scribbled on all over by my friends. I had a weird attachment to it.

It wasn’t until I heard your voice cut through the doorway that I looked up, laying eyes on the doctor I’d be seeing today, seeing you for the first time.