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She’d been a fool and much too careless for her first trip in a foreign country, now seated by the sidewalks, back resting against a shop — she doesn’t know what kind because she couldn’t read the tiniest bit of the characters written on its signage — and her hands clutching her head. Yamamoto Sayaka had been sent there by her father to take care of the new company branch established there in Seoul and she thought she could do it, she thought it wouldn’t be so different as going to a different prefecture in Japan for the same reason so she accepted the “challenge”.
Except, she didn’t expect for all of her things to be stolen the second day she was there. Wallet, clothes and passport spared as she had left them in her hotel, her laptop, camera, phone and the company’s car keys had been stolen away from her by some yankee of sorts (she doesn’t know how they call it here) and now she just doesn’t know what to do. She’d been deeply depending on her phone’s GPS to tell her where to go and the way to and fro from the company she’s supposed to be tending but know she just — she just doesn’t know where she is anymore.
She flinched when she heard a voice different from those who’d merely passed by her, talking to their friend or lover or family and slowly, she turned her head up to meet the dark chocolate orbs of another female; her own eyes wide and surprised because as much of a laughing stock she must seem right now, sitting on a sidewalk looking all troubled, the last thing she expected was for someone to approach her and well, while she is grateful about it, she just couldn’t understand anything the girl was saying.
"S-Sorry?" She cleared her throat as she spoke in broken English, her Japanese accent thick and evident, "I don’t understand…" and that was as far as her English could go, unable to find the words she wanted to say next.
She listened carefully to the girl's thick accent as she spoke English, or at least she thought it was English. She nodded her head as if she could understand a single word she was saying, but in reality the only she did understand was her apology. Minah cleared her throat and leaned her weight on one leg with her arms crossed. The girl looked more nervous than other people, fidgeting and looking so desperately for help. She smiled sincerely, or at least as sincerely as her tired body would let her.
"Japanese? Come here. We can go somewhere quieter to speak, yeah?" She hummed and held her hand out to grab the other girl's, pulling her through the crowd until they got into the cafe just a few meters away from them. The bell rang to announce their arrival. She raised her free hand at the cashier, mouthing two hot teas that he somehow understood. Minah let go of the girl's hand when they stood in front of a table with two seats, pulling out the girl's seat before sitting down in her own.
"Ah, you know..." She started out in Japanese, "standing out there wasn't going to help whatever your problem was... or is. Do you want to talk about it? I can try to help you. Y'know, even if it's just translating what you need to say to someone." She peered into the girl's chocolate colored orbs before looking away. "I'm not a bad person. I hope you don't think that. I just know how it feels to be lost and need someone - anyone - to help. "Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Minah. It's nice to meet you...?" She waited for the stranger to speak.













