Ahhhhh!” Gina crumbled to the ground in a grand faint.
“You are such a dork,” Joyce said.
Gina opened her eyes. “Yes, but I am your dork.” Gina sat up. “Helen can’t be better than you at everything. Who has the better best friend, huh?” Gina pointed at herself.
Joyce reached out her hand. “I definitely have the better best friend,” Joyce said, helping Gina off the ground and then scooting over so that Gina could sit on the sack of rice with her. “You’re my best dork.”
Gina bumped her shoulder. “Thanks.”
“I just don’t understand why they hugged,” Joyce said, starting to feel miserable again.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure John just knows Helen from some stupid club.”
“But now that he knows where she works, he’ll want to see her all the time,” Joyce said, kicking the sack with her heel.
“You don’t know that, Joyce. Just talk to Helen and ask her about John.”
“I don’t want to know.”
“Yes you do,” Gina said.
“Yeah, well, whatever Helen wants, Helen gets,” Joyce said.
“Stop being so negative.”
“I’m just saying what’s true.”
“Joyce, you don’t know that Helen even likes John. Why would she want to go out with someone in high school? Just because you think he’s a total babe does not mean everyone else is panting over him. Look at me,” Gina said, pointing at herself. “You see me being a complete fool for that weird light brown hair and lurch walk?”
“His hair is auburn, and he has to walk that way ’cause of all his muscles. Surfing takes at lot of strength, you know.”
Gina continued to stare her down.
Joyce sighed. Gina did have a point. John was younger than Helen, and even if he liked her, it didn’t mean that Helen liked him. Perhaps not everyone was as impressed as Joyce was with John Ford Kang.
“Okay, you’re right.” Joyce stood up. “Come on, we should go help out in front.”
“It’ll be fun working together,” Gina said, linking arms. “I got your back.”
“Thanks.” Joyce smiled.
Before Joyce had a chance to speak with Helen about John, the dinner crowd began to stream in. Gina and Joyce worked quickly, showing customers to their tables and taking their orders before bringing out the small plates of banchan. At the height of the dinner rush, when almost all the tables were taken, Gomo walked into the restaurant with a young man in a blue suit. Joyce almost tripped with her large tray loaded with rice, bulgoki and jap-che when she saw the two of them standing near the door. Apa quickly stashed his book under the counter before getting up to hobble over to the front.
Apa bowed and greeted Gomo and her guest.
“Joyce.” Gomo waved.
“One minute, Gomo,” Joyce called back as she set the tray down at a table with a family of five and unloaded the food. After making sure the family was all set, Joyce quickly hurried over to Apa, Gomo and her guest.
Joyce bowed and greeted Gomo.
“Joyce, this is Mr. Moon,” Gomo said, her face twitching into a smile as she introduced him. “Mr. Moon, this is my youngest niece, Joyce.”
“On-young-ha-say-yo,” Mr. Moon said and bowed.When he straightened back up, Joyce noticed that he had a rather square head but pleasant enough features. Joyce wondered why Gomo was dining with him. She usually brought her friends, women her age from church, to the restaurant, not some young guy who looked like he worked at a bank or something.
Joyce bowed back and mumbled her greeting.
Gomo touched Joyce’s elbow and whispered, “Where is your sister?”
“In the back with Mrs. Lee,” Joyce whispered back. She could see a couple who had been waiting to be seated start to frown in annoyance. “Let me take care of these people first, Gomo, and then I will get Helen for you.”
Gomo glanced over her shoulder at the other couple. “Mr. Moon and I are here to eat. We can sit over there,” Gomo said and pointed at the last empty table.
Before Joyce and Apa could
“You are such a dork,” Joyce said.
Gina opened her eyes. “Yes, but I am your dork.” Gina sat up. “Helen can’t be better than you at everything. Who has the better best friend, huh?” Gina pointed at herself.
Joyce reached out her hand. “I definitely have the better best friend,” Joyce said, helping Gina off the ground and then scooting over so that Gina could sit on the sack of rice with her. “You’re my best dork.”
Gina bumped her shoulder. “Thanks.”
“I just don’t understand why they hugged,” Joyce said, starting to feel miserable again.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure John just knows Helen from some stupid club.”
“But now that he knows where she works, he’ll want to see her all the time,” Joyce said, kicking the sack with her heel.
“You don’t know that, Joyce. Just talk to Helen and ask her about John.”
“I don’t want to know.”
“Yes you do,” Gina said.
“Yeah, well, whatever Helen wants, Helen gets,” Joyce said.
“Stop being so negative.”
“I’m just saying what’s true.”
“Joyce, you don’t know that Helen even likes John. Why would she want to go out with someone in high school? Just because you think he’s a total babe does not mean everyone else is panting over him. Look at me,” Gina said, pointing at herself. “You see me being a complete fool for that weird light brown hair and lurch walk?”
“His hair is auburn, and he has to walk that way ’cause of all his muscles. Surfing takes at lot of strength, you know.”
Gina continued to stare her down.
Joyce sighed. Gina did have a point. John was younger than Helen, and even if he liked her, it didn’t mean that Helen liked him. Perhaps not everyone was as impressed as Joyce was with John Ford Kang.
“Okay, you’re right.” Joyce stood up. “Come on, we should go help out in front.”
“It’ll be fun working together,” Gina said, linking arms. “I got your back.”
“Thanks.” Joyce smiled.
Before Joyce had a chance to speak with Helen about John, the dinner crowd began to stream in. Gina and Joyce worked quickly, showing customers to their tables and taking their orders before bringing out the small plates of banchan. At the height of the dinner rush, when almost all the tables were taken, Gomo walked into the restaurant with a young man in a blue suit. Joyce almost tripped with her large tray loaded with rice, bulgoki and jap-che when she saw the two of them standing near the door. Apa quickly stashed his book under the counter before getting up to hobble over to the front.
Apa bowed and greeted Gomo and her guest.
“Joyce.” Gomo waved.
“One minute, Gomo,” Joyce called back as she set the tray down at a table with a family of five and unloaded the food. After making sure the family was all set, Joyce quickly hurried over to Apa, Gomo and her guest.
Joyce bowed and greeted Gomo.
“Joyce, this is Mr. Moon,” Gomo said, her face twitching into a smile as she introduced him. “Mr. Moon, this is my youngest niece, Joyce.”
“On-young-ha-say-yo,” Mr. Moon said and bowed.When he straightened back up, Joyce noticed that he had a rather square head but pleasant enough features. Joyce wondered why Gomo was dining with him. She usually brought her friends, women her age from church, to the restaurant, not some young guy who looked like he worked at a bank or something.
Joyce bowed back and mumbled her greeting.
Gomo touched Joyce’s elbow and whispered, “Where is your sister?”
“In the back with Mrs. Lee,” Joyce whispered back. She could see a couple who had been waiting to be seated start to frown in annoyance. “Let me take care of these people first, Gomo, and then I will get Helen for you.”
Gomo glanced over her shoulder at the other couple. “Mr. Moon and I are here to eat. We can sit over there,” Gomo said and pointed at the last empty table.
Before Joyce and Apa could
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