"Sorry," he said slowly, using one of the few English words he knew at twenty-three. The rest came out in Korean, which he was pretty sure the shorter-than-average, square-haired girl who approached him soon after he entered wasn't fluent. “I don't speak Mandarin.” Its enormous eyes, thanks to the eye-catching circular cobalt blue lenses, blinked at him frighteningly. He couldn't help but criticize the way the blue looked dulled by his naturally dark irises, ruining what probably would have been a bright blue. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at the counter at the back of the room, and his attention followed her. Behind the register was a young boy, probably in his late teens. He had large ears that stuck out and managed to make him look even younger, in an almost childish way. Big Blue muttered something in Chinese to which Donghae had to grimace because he then bowed and quickly ran across the cafe towards the now-curious boy. They talked and continued to glance at the man left behind, just at the entrance to the small cafe he had entered. This had become his life for the past few days, and he wished he could say he was getting used to it. He was a foreigner, even though he looked so much like them. He didn't understand the language, didn't walk as fast as the people around him, and apparently never ordered the appropriate food. He didn't even handle chopsticks the right way. He was an outsider. 'Waiguoren'. Donghae stood as patiently as possible by the door, fidgeting as he shifted his weight from side to side and took in his surroundings. He had been walking down the same street for more than half an hour before he finally…half the paper…swelled in his stomach from the action. Trying to claim that he wasn't a big crybaby crying over the smallest of impulses would be a lie. So, of course, he could feel his eyes starting to burn as he lay there in the silent room where he and his wife had been moved thanks to his not-so-generous but oh-so-rich employer. This stingy man had everything taken away from him within a week. If it wasn't for that asshole, Donghae wouldn't be alone on a Saturday night in a city he knew nothing about. If it wasn't for the stupid job that brought them to this island, then Donghae wouldn't be in that bar. He wouldn't have cheated. He wouldn't let that man kiss him. Rolling onto his side, Donghae ignored the tone of another incoming message as he drowned in his own guilt for being what he was, a despicable excuse for a man..