FIVE
Jaeyong glances up, catching my eye and then shakes his head.
“Eomma, I didn’t know it was her, I just knew she was a foreigner, and I was nervous because I couldn’t assume she would speak English, and then I had all the other languages in my head fighting for dominance. I couldn’t even form words until Raleigh started talking to me, in French, handing me over that manga I thought I had lost.”
Mr. Min rolls his eyes. “Always with the manga with you. Go on, go on.”
Jaeyong coughs into his fist, rubs his hands along his thighs, peering over at me more often than not.
Oh, oh, he’s getting uncomfortable now. Why?
“And Raleigh just handed it over, said something like ‘you forgot this’, and I glanced down at it, my brain sort of hurting in a weird way as I grabbed at the manga, seeing
