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“Bro, what the f**k happened?” I wondered as Kiro entered the suite. His shirt had stains all over it. Kiro didn’t answer my question; he sat on the edge of my couch and covered his face with his hand looking defeated.
I sat on the opposite couch to him. There were only two possibilities that something like this would happen. One, he made an inappropriate joke. Two, he was pushy. Now, which was it?
“I saw a pretty Korean girl downstairs. I think she misunderstood what I was saying,” he said.
“You made an inappropriate joke again? I told you that doesn’t work,” I asked.
“No! Bro. I did this,” he pointed at me like we were playing charades and then acted out something like an hourglass or an hourglass body. I had no idea what he meant.
“No wonder she threw liquor at you,” I sai
