Korean Blood

For as long as she could remember Cyra had always hated the low-humming airplanes made while flying through the sky. To her the noise was too blank to empty. Even though she hated it, Beatrice, her best friend, found it very comforting. So comforting that she slept 12 hours through their flight to Korea. Visiting Korea had always been a dream of theirs but for their financial situations it would have been virtually impossible for them to just go with no extreme money saving. Both Cyra and Beatrice took on extra jobs so that they could save for this very trip. Even though they planned and saved for the trip together, Cyra and Beatrice both have different ideas of what they want from Korea. Beatrice, a huge K-pop, and K-Drama fan, is hoping to meet the love of her life or at least look at him from afar. While Cyra is more interested in fashion and could care less about the men of Korea. Cyra purposely planned their trip to fall on Seoul fashion week, after hearing rumors that the fashion icon and her idol Emiliy Kang would be in Seoul. "Please fasten your seatbelts and close your tray tables as we will shortly begin our landing in Seoul, South Korea." After about twenty minutes of the airplane circling the airport waiting for its turn to land. The plane had landed and both Cyra and Beatrice could barely contain their excitement as it was finally time for them to live out their dream. "Ahhh Seoul Korea a charming city, no?" Beatrice said as she dragged her bag out the front airport doors. "Beatrice, why the hell are you using a French accent?" Cyra asked as she pulled her much heavier suitcase out of the doors next to Beatrice. "Duhhh, I have to make myself sound less boring, and I think an accent is the way to go, but the only accent I know how to do is French." She explained. "Why the hell do you need an accent?" "I need one because a lot of people here already speak English so I need to make my English sound more exotic." She said sternly. In Beatrice's mind exotic equals mysterious, and mysterious equals attraction. Cyra could only stare at her in utter amazement at the fact that this girl is willing to fake an accent for d**k. "Just copy your dad's Mexican accent, it's kinda sexy." She told her trying to hide her laughter. "I-........ there is nothing sexy about my father's broken Latin American Bronx English." She sneered, Cyra knew Beatrice was right, there was nothing sexy about Beatrice's father's accent.The thought of Beatrice's father trying to flirt with women intruded on both of their heads. Making Cyra's once hidden laugh burst out and Beatrice fake vomit. "On a serious note, how far are we from the hotel I know for damn sure our hotel is not in this Boujee ass area," Beatrice asked while slowing her pace to a complete stop. Neither of them had realized how far they walked away from the airport until Silhouettes of mega-mansions began to appear in the distance . "Un momento chica," Cyra said as she pulled her backpack off. "And when can we check in cuz I'm hungry sis? And where the hell are we? And how long until we-" Beatrice was cut off. "b***h if you don't stop asking me so many damn questions all at once! I'm still trying to find the hotel booking paper!" Cyra yelled as she finally yanked the paper from her backpack along with her phone.After quickly rolling her eyes at Beatrice she began to speak. "We can't check in until 3:00 pm and it's currently.......12:34 pm and Google maps shows that the hotel is 30 minutes from where we are by car." "Well, would it be okay with you miss BOSS if we eat since we have a few hours before we can check into our room?" Beatrice said, returning the eye roll. "If you are hungry we can stop to eat,” Cyra said sarcastically, while scrolling through Google maps for food options. “ Sorry to break it to you honey, there are only five star restaurants in this area and I am quite sure they all have dress codes." said Cyra. " I don't care let's just go, I'm f*****g hungry. Just pull up the closest restaurant in walking distance and if we have to change then we can do it when we get there." Also, a bit hungry and slightly annoyed Cyra searched on her phone for the closest restaurant within walking distance. The first on the list and closest was a restaurant called "Le Flé". "Encontré uno, ¡se vamos!" Cyra told Beatrice in a determined voice. (I found one, let's go!) The map showed that the restaurant was on the other side of the block they were standing on, meaning the journey was not going to be long. Cyra and Beatrice both occasionally stopped to take pictures of the beautiful mansions they passed on their walk to the restaurant. Neither of them were used to seeing such luxurious homes and were completely star-struck by the sight. "Oh my god, girl look," Beatrice said, pointing to the silhouette of an enormous mansion, which was almost triple the size of the one neighboring it. Neither of them had recognized that the restaurant was directly in front of them as the gigantic mansion behind it captured the attention of them both. "f*****g hell, who lives there the president?"