Jean

I heard "I shine" but the tongue sounded thick and a disconnect suddenly became evident: the handsome Korean man with great hair did not speak English and speaks with a terrible voice. If I had a penis it went flaccid; there is no terminology for us, women, when such things happen. "Oh, you don't speak English! OK, bye," I say and quickly turn around. I feel him touch my shoulder and the loud pounding music of the club stops. 
Everything STOPS. 
I draw a deep breathe in  fear crawling up my spine as quick as a spider and the first thought, North Korea is bombing Seoul! When I exhale I will feel my flesh burning off and the scent of sulphur will sting my nostrils and I will run as the ceiling starts raining on me. 
BLINK
"I shy." He says. I twirl around and look deeply into his almond shaped eyes and notice his eyes are the color of English black tea. Since I moved to South Korea to be an English teacher I have noticed there are so many different shades of black and brown for hair and eyes. I feel my mouth frown and he smiles and tickles me under my arms.
"8:20 train to Bristol, all aboard!" 
"Maggie hurry up we've got to board!" a beautiful mouth of evenly balanced upper and bottom lip is speaking to me. "Carl?" I hear myself say and those eyes the color of tea widen and grabs my bag and says to run. I follow him, he is wearing a black cashmere, three-quarter coat. I am wearing a warm white knitted sweater coat. It feels good like a quilt.
INHALE
The air is cool and moist as I taste it in my mouth. I run my tongue over my teeth and notice I didn't brush my them. We are running towards Gate 34.