It's just after class, and I'm waiting outside the Foreign Student Centre for Guanchen, so I can give him some pictures from our big day out to the Fun Park.
An attractive Korean girl with big eyes so watery they're verging on tears, sidles over conspiratorially, and does an awkward little half-wave.
"Hi! I saw your performance..." then, without even a nod to causative logic, continues "...will you be my friend?"
"Wh... me??"
What little confidence she had evaporates, and she looks deeply unsure of herself. She tries again.
"Um... I saw your performance... We'll be friends. How about it?"
I look around for the gimpy-handed influence of Jeremy Beadle, or perhaps his Chinese equivalent, but there's noone around.
"Uh... alright". Despite my confusion, I force a smile, but she's already turned around and skipped away.
She didn't leave a name, let alone a number!
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