People like Cade – people who wore suits to work, people who looked so polished even when they were just having a cup of tea, Siwan knew that they weren’t his crowd. Cade would be intimidating if he wasn’t speaking in this horribly adorable Korean but his demeanor was still something that reminded Siwan of standing up straight for hours, slouching extremely prohibited. He sank into the chair anyway, throwing his shoulders back to relax.
“Food,” Siwan repeated, letting the syllables roll on his lips. He gave the other a reassuring smile. Having the confidence to speak a language that he didn’t have a 100% command of was admirable and Siwan was immediately a fan. “If you’re paying, I wont say no.” Siwan grinned, rubbing his hands together and looking at the display. Of course, one thing to make Siwan roll over was the mention of free things. He lived for that.
But food could wait; the conversation was just getting good and Siwan always liked stories, especially when they’re from people he just met. “It’s faster to learn with friends. Learn from mistakes,” he said, taking out a notebook and a pen. He scribbled the phrase in Korean, showing it to Cade before writing the same phrase in Hanja. Siwan looked at the curator, a small smile on his lips as he repeated it back in Cantonese. “Easy, right?”
This seemed like a good technique to start with. Cade liked reading, Siwan supposed, watching him bookmark the page. He wrote another word. “Work,” he said in Korean, then repeating it in Cantonese. “Bartender at night, clerk in the morning. And you…” Siwan pulled the notebook back, thinking of the right characters, lighting up as he scribbled ‘curator’ down. “This is you. Is it hard being a curator?”
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“Food,” Siwan repeated, letting the syllables roll on his lips. He gave the other a reassuring smile. Having the confidence to speak a language that he didn’t have a 100% command of was admirable and Siwan was immediately a fan. “If you’re paying, I wont say no.” Siwan grinned, rubbing his hands together and looking at the display. Of course, one thing to make Siwan roll over was the mention of free things. He lived for that.
But food could wait; the conversation was just getting good and Siwan always liked stories, especially when they’re from people he just met. “It’s faster to learn with friends. Learn from mistakes,” he said, taking out a notebook and a pen. He scribbled the phrase in Korean, showing it to Cade before writing the same phrase in Hanja. Siwan looked at the curator, a small smile on his lips as he repeated it back in Cantonese. “Easy, right?”
This seemed like a good technique to start with. Cade liked reading, Siwan supposed, watching him bookmark the page. He wrote another word. “Work,” he said in Korean, then repeating it in Cantonese. “Bartender at night, clerk in the morning. And you…” Siwan pulled the notebook back, thinking of the right characters, lighting up as he scribbled ‘curator’ down. “This is you. Is it hard being a curator?”