Figuring she had probably done something wrong, a rosy hue dusted the apples of her cheeks as she chewed on her lower lip. “Sorry.” Fiddling with her long sleeves of her jumper, she tilted her head to the side, “w-where are you from, my I ask?”
Why are you sorry, may I ask? You did nothing wrong, at least to me, you didn’t. Do you think you did something wrong? {’ he crossed his arms around his chest, and leaned back a bit.} I’m from here. South Korea. But, not this South Korea.