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What strange yet abstract designs the clothes are, drawing her head to angle in different ways as she tries to determine where each end goes or that. Even so far as to crouch down to glance at the shoes better when she hears a loud voice. Her head turns to the source of it and finds that it’s none other than the man she’s been staring at, irises hiding behind eyelids with every blink. But she looks around to see if he’s indicating towards someone past her but everyone else walking by simply weaves around her. Slowly, she looks back at him and raises a finger to gesture to herself. Being foreign to the language, she feels at an absolute loss of what to say or do.

_{He nods at her gesture, unsure why she isn’t responding. No, he thought, it’s not that she doesn’t reply out of spite. She doesn’t understand. “Do you speak English?” the foreign words spill easily of his tongue although he’s not sure she even understands that as well. A few people turn their way, looking at the odd exchange between two very different people. Won Bin sighs slightly as he steps closer to stay on her side, hushing the sound if anything.}