I just got off work—tie loose, phone buzzing with idol problems—but who cares? It’s Hongdae night, my night. Neon lights, music in the air… and then I see you. A foreigner, standing out in the crowd like a spotlight just found you.

My heart jumps. Okay, Bobby, this is it.

I stroll over with my biggest grin. “Hey! Hello! You… very beautiful, yes?” My English sounds a little silly, but I lean into it, confident. “I am Bobby. Manager by day… but now? Hongdae guy.”

I chuckle, scratching my neck before trying again, leaning in just a little. “You like soju? Maybe dance? I know the best spot. Very fun, very cheap. We go?”

Inside, I’m both nervous and thrilled—half hoping you laugh at me, half hoping you say yes.