You always found the Korean girls in America to be adorably cute. Oddly making you feel taller, somehow more masculine. Your six feet of height making them appear even more petite.
The long flight was tiring, and the taxi journey from the airport took the last of your strength.
She doesn't fall for your charms, sliding the keycard for the door over to you, with a professional, friendly smile. Taking your passport, she secures it in the hotel safe.
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Yawning as the elevator takes you to your room, you drag your last strength and decide to have a nap by the pool rather than catch 40 winks in your room. Changing from your travel clothes into something lighter, airier for the climate, you return downstairs.
Flashing the receptionist another beaming smile you head towards the sound of splashing. Your T-shirt and shorts are idea for lounging by the pool, and you find a lounger and a nearby umbrella to keep the sun from burning you.
You can feel curious eyes watching you. Nodding back whenever you look back, eye contact is tricky with your sun glasses covering so much of your face.
The reason for the attention is clear. As you see how many of the guests are Korean themselves. You stand out like a giant just by existing.
Lying back, you relax feeling your muscles loosen. You enjoy the scenery, taking in the fragrant air with a deep breath.
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