|lana • kurt|
Kurt's leg was bouncing under the dining table as he stared at the empty plate in front of him. He was beyond nervous. Mr Huang didn't like him, or at least didn't look as if he did. In fact, he was starting to think that maybe Mr Huang didn't like all Americans. How was he supposed to battle when the stakes on ground was his skin and flag?
He had come over to the Huang's laundry store, yesterday after many failed attempts. Other days he would make it to the glass door then turn around at the last minute and go back. That day he didn't turn back and he had gone in, scared out of his mind. He met Suzy Huang first and she welcomed him so nicely thinking he was a costumer, her niceness calmed him and so did her beautiful face, she looked a lot like Lana.
He had told her that
