My eyes flew open and I straightened up with a snap.
Standing on the balcony next to mine, close by the railing less than six feet away, was a man. No. Not just any man, but my neighbor, still with his stupid nose mask.
I flung an arm over my breasts, a hand in between my legs. My neighbor laughed and said something in Korean that roughly meant 'sexy,' and I shrieked, ‘I’m Canadian!’
My Korean may not be the best out of the rest, but in all my years of being an idol fan girl and Kdrama addict, it was safe to say I had picked up on some words and could hold a simple conversation.
He looked at me like he could see that I wasn't Asian, and then, with his eyes, he scanned my dark room.
"K. Pop fan, huh? And a fan of other things apparently"
I spun around. The mirror in my room was cl
