“Like, where's he
really from?"
Eden crumples the napkin in her fist, her skin prickling. "Excuse me?"
"Oh, you know what I mean. Is he Korean or Japanese?"
A flicker of annoyance makes Eden work her jaw. "What's it matter?"
"He just looks
so much like that guy from that K-pop group." She snaps her fingers, straining her two brain cells for a name. "Taehung? Or Mingyu? I guess it would be alright if he's Chinese, too, but..."
"You need to piss off," Eden snaps, slowly rising from her seat. "Right now."
"What's your problem?"
"Look, I'm going to give you the benefit of a doubt here and say that you're clearly too sauced to be thinking straight, but what you're saying is... Yeah, just ew."
"I just want to know more about him."
"Then how about asking for his
name first?"
"You're making this weird."
"You handled that all on your own when you asked where he was
really from.”
―
Katrina Kwan,
Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love
