Junior year. That stupid conversation. When she was trying so hard to fit in. To be American enough. To distance herself from the Korean side she barely knew.
"I can't see myself with an Asian guy. It would just... highlight everything I'm lacking. All the cultural stuff I don't know. The language it's all thanks to my das insisting I be bilingual due to my mixed race. The traditions I never learned. It would be a constant reminder of what I'm not."
She'd said that. Believed it. Meant it.
And now?
Now she's about to walk into a birthday celebration for a Korean idol who wrote her a love song in English because it's her childhood language.
The irony is not lost on her.
She types back. Still laughing.
[Okay. OKAY. You caught me.]
Emily: [WE KNEW IT]
Lois: [CALLED IT]
Tyler: [PAY UP EMILY. I SAID IT WAS HER.]
Emily: [I NEVER BET AGAINST IT. I JUST WANTED CONFIRMATION.]
[Yes, it's me. Yes, I'm dating him. Kind of. It's complicated.]
Lois: [HOW COMPLICATED?]
