There’s a girl who lives on my floor in my apartment building. A foreigner, like me. I know because I was waiting for the elevator when she walked up.
“Hi.” she says, surprised.
“Hi.” I say, even more surprised.
The elevator opens and we get in.
Cue super awkward moment where we’re both not sure what to say next so we don’t say anything at all. I couldn’t remember the last time I was in an elevator with someone I could actually communicate with.
We stand quietly but inside I am absolutely RACKING my brain for SOMETHING friendly, relevant and/or intelligent to say to her.
You can’t pass this up. You need friends.
Ask if she’s a teacher.
No nevermind, it’s rude to assume.
Maybe…How long have you been in Korea?
What’s your room number?
Say something! Quick!
“You going to work?” I finally blurt out.
Alright, not the best line but I was panicking.
“Yeah….you?” she asks.
The elevator opens and we step out, “Yeah I work at a hagwon over on main street,” I answer.
“I work at a hagwon somewhere over there,” she replies in an English lilt and gestures off to the right.
Aha, my question worked! I now successfully started a conversation AND know she’s a teacher. And British!
“Sorry, I’m late.” She glances at me apologetically as she starts walking away.
“No problem” I shrug, slightly defeated. So close.
I start to ride away when she calls to me, “I’m Grace, by the way”.
“I’m Savanna!” I reply, with too much enthusiasm, “It’s nice to meet you!”.
And I ride away grinning.
Well, you know.