Some time ago, when working in Germany for an international corporation, they sent me to their office in Seoul, Korea, again. While I did not enjoy long-distance air travel that much, I almost looked forward to this flight because I loved Korean air with their excellent service and young attractive female flight attendants who wore very appealing uniforms.
I had a window seat on the right side in the last row of the business class section, which was, on that day, not all too booked; there was one passenger across the aisle next to the opposite window, an elderly Korean lady, who was engrossed in reading her book... I thought that this was the beginning of more than twelve hours in this plane and got a bit tired just from this thought...
Just a few minutes before the aircraft doors were to be closed, a stressed looking young woman with a backpack entered the plane. She looked Korean, wore a loose fitting light pink T-shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers of a very small size. To my delight, she was seated right next to me on the aisle seat. She took off her backpack and put it underneath the seat in front of her, smiled at me and said a friendly 'hello', which I returned.
I noticed her exhausted look and her heavy breathing, so I asked whether she had to run to make the flight.
"Actually yes," she replied, "my flight from Italy was late..."
"Glad you made it!"
"Yes, thank you... it was literally in the last moment I arrived at the gate..."
"Vacationing in Italy...?" I inquired.
"Not really," she said, "I spent four months in Pisa on a semester abroad."
"I have been there, Pisa is very beautiful, and so is the Tuscany province surrounding it; another great city not too far from there is Florence by the way..." I remarked.
"Yes, I liked it there very much..."
"So you speak Italian...?"
"I do. I am an Italian literature major..."
"Interesting! I assume you are Korean?"
"I am, yes... but while my dad is from Korea, my mom is originally from the U.S.; my parents met when they both were grad students at Stanford... Well, and my mom's family is from Italy..."
"I see, this explains things a bit..." I smiled at her, the young woman smiling back at me.
At this point, a flight attendant announced our immanent departure and went over the safety information, which I usually did not listen to, as I had heard this too many times before... My young Korean neighbor, though, was listening attentively, so I did not want to disturb her by continuing the conversation...
Instead, I took the time to discretely look at her a bit more... She was a very pretty young lady, gorgeous round face with expressive dark eyes, long black hair, and not wearing any make-up, which she, incidentally, did not really need anyways with her stunning looks... I also noticed that, despite her T-shirt being somewhat loose, the contours of her bra were partially visible when she moved around... I also saw that she wore a narrow black leather belt with a golden buckle on her jeans which provided a nice sexy accent to her otherwise rather easy-going travel outfit. Last not least, I could hardly take my eyes off her sexy white Reebok sneakers which were so tiny as if they belonged to a girl rather than to a young woman... I wished I could see and touch her cute little feet... Her hands were equally small and delicate, but her fingers were not short, and also were decorated with a sexy red nail polish...
"Are you traveling on business?" She interrupted my slightly secretive observation of her beautiful figure. The announcement had indeed ended in the meantime. She probably guessed who I was from my attire, I thought...
"Indeed, my company sent me to our Seoul office for a week or so,'" I replied.
"Your first time there?"
"No, maybe I have been there around five times so far, but I always like to return to this wonderful country and city..."
The young woman smiled in appreciation of that compliment.
"By the way, I am Chris... nice to meet you...'" I introduced myself.
"Nice to meet you, too! I am Grace."
"Very pretty name... interesting that your parents did not choose a Korean first name for you..."
"I guess my mom had her way with that one," Grace said, smiling again... She looked even more beautiful with that smile on her face...
"Are you close to completing your degree...?" I asked her.
"Fairly close," Grace replied, "just one more year to go for my bachelor's..." I figured she was around 21 years old...