A tall boy stands at the end of the counter, handing out everyone's coffee as they came. Youngji merely lets him be, until the silence of her thoughts has her realizing how familiar the stranger was after all. She's sure it was him, because Youngji never forgets a face. Names are a different story, however. She's jolted out of her reverie when her name is called out, her drink ready. Youngji's hand shoots forward to collect her drink, but not after she's spoken some. "Hey, I remember you! You served my drink last time as well." Youngji didn't expect him to recognize her at all, with the number of customers the coffeehouse gets everyday. 

"I heard you were looking for an in-house entertainer?" Youngji says, leaning forward from her seat. The clink of the chunky necklace hanging from her neck echoes as silence filled the room. She's face to face with a young cafe owner as of the moment, Youngji's fingertips nervously tapping at her lap as she awaited a response. Her gaze flutters over the female's soft blonde locks and lovely white skin. She's beautiful, Youngji thinks. "I'd like to be able to try out--" look for a better word. "--audition for the job." Her voice had always been her pride, and she smiles brightly despite the butterflies settling in her stomach.

"Irene...that's a lovely name. I take it that you're not from Seoul originally? Oh, um...Ah, my name is Youngji." she says, a bit awkwardly, as youngji's always done on first meetings. One would think she'd get the hang of introducing herself by now, considering she meets a couple dozen new people everyday just by working and being in university.  Still, it remains quite a feat. "I live on the floor above yours and I do agree. It's pretty much a huge crowd up there. I'm guessing it's because people like the view." Youngji's never seen it, however, despite living in cheonguk for two months now. It piques her interest, and she promises herself a trip to the sixth once her schedule's all cleared up (whenever that is). "Do you need any help with getting settled in? I'm real good at lifting stuff and positioning couches." she says, returning a sheepish grin of her own. 

Your bunny ears are mad awesome. 

I miss you too, unnie! Let’s have sushi when you get back!

She was ten years old when she meets Mr. Wang's "tall" son, Jackdum. She could never get his name right, so in retaliation, he would pull on her pigtails whenever they played outside. Nights in the Wang residence would often involve champagne and the not-so-quiet bickering of children in the background. Youngji thought Jackdum was weird and mean, but his mother would insist that he was nice once she got to know him better. Youngji sometimes wondered what that meant, but that thought was easily cast aside as soon as cartoons started rolling in from the screens of the TV. She doesn't understand anything, however, and Jackdum would always poke fun of that fact. Of course, she paid him no mind, since he alternated using Cantonese instead of English each time he had something to tease her for--but that's just her theory.