Farah.Seoul, South Korea.
June 22, 2007.
Malika and her friends wanted to go to the oldest cafe shop in Seoul called Hakrim. A vintage-looking cafe that every part in it had loads of stories. Farah didn"t care much about how old the cafe was; she only wanted coffee. Malika was sitting with two of her high school friends who lived in Seoul for three years; she was existed to practice some Korean words with them. Farah wasn"t enjoying the vacation from the beginning; Lena called her after they checked in the hotel; telling her about a new project. She had the drawing sketch with her, and she started working while they were at the cafe.
Malika was busy with her friends she didn"t notice Farah at all. Farah already ordered two cups of coffee, yet she felt uninspired and bored. She went outside the cafe to breathe some fresh air; the weather was great and refreshing. She took her sketch and sat on the ground outside, she was desperate to start drawing anything; she had to finish three different designs in two weeks, despite being the head of the department, she had to do it herself.
Across the road was a man in his mid-twenties standing in front of a bookstore talking on the phone; he was a handsome man, yet his watch was the only thing that caught Farah"s attention. Without thinking she started to draw his muscled left arm wearing the watch. She wasn"t listening to anything but the music from her earphones.
She fixed her eyes on him; he noticed her and after he finished his call, he crossed the road and stood in front of her. Farah wasn"t paying attention; she was heavily drawing his muscled arm in incredibly realistic details.
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"Wow." Farah didn"t respond. She kept drawing, he squatted down to reach her eyes. Farah startled and took off her earphones. "Hey there." he had a husky deep voice with an Australian accent.
"Hi!" Farah was a little confused.
"I noticed your eyes were fixed on me, so I had to come and say h.e.l.lo." his smile was charming; a smile of a confident man.
"Right! Your watch caught my attention." Farah smiled, and her deep dimples appeared.
"Are you an artist?"— Farah shook her head no— "you should be, you"re really good."
"Are you interested in that type of art?"
"No, but my father is a master in drawing people, I grew up watching him drew the whole time."
Both stood up, Farah closed her sketch and took a deep look at the man. "So, you must know how to draw then."
"No, I am awful at it, I"m Noah Kim."
"Farah Nezar." they shook hands and went inside the cafe while talking. They took another table and sat with each other for thirty minutes, Malika noticed that Farah disappeared, she texted her. Malika looked behind her after Farah texted back then went to their table. "This is my cousin Malika," Farah said and pointed at Malika who took the chair next to her to sit.
"h.e.l.lo, I"m Noah."
Farah told Malika what happened earlier. "Again!" Malika said and chuckled.
"She did it before?"
"Every time we travel, she draws someone randomly."
"That makes you a complete weirdo," Noah said and smiled at Farah. She smiled back and ordered three cups of coffee from one of the waiters.
"Noah, are you full Korean? You look mixed," Malika said suddenly.
"Great question, not racist at all," Farah said sarcastically that made Noah laugh.
"I swear I didn"t mean to sound racist, I"m just curious about genetics and cultures," Malika said in a lower tone, raising her hands apologetically to him.
"No worries, my father is Korean, and my mother is Australian of English and Irish descent," Noah said, smiling.
"Interesting!" Malika said with a bug-eyed look. Farah smirked.
"You"re not a fan of genetics?" Noah asked Farah.
"I don"t see her point of being obsessed with it; I bet you she"s already imagining how your DNA looks like." Malika hit Farah"s shoulder causing her to groan in pain. Malika"s punches were always strong and quick. Noah laughed at their small interaction and from that one round of coffee, these three spend the whole three months of summer together.