“You know, I learned a lot of Korean when I was back in Seoul, but it’s been such a long time . . . and to tell you the truth, pronunciation isn’t my strong suit. If it bothers you that much, I can give you both nicknames.” Ji-hyun’s eyes narrow. “Nicknames?” “Yes. You can be JH, and you—” He points at me with his index finger. “I’ll call you JW.”