Treinta y ocho

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
Hani took a deep breath in. "I'm scared shitless." 
                          
She spoke to herself as she waited in line to have her album signed by the members of Astro. 
                          
She had spent the whole day rehearsing what she'd say to all the members, specially Jinwoo. It had been so long, he was sure to not remember her, so she prepared herself for the worst. Maybe he'd have security pull her out of the fan sign. Anxiety truly was the only thing she could feel. 
                          
Hani kept tapping her foot, chewing on the inside of her cheek, looking back and forth between the exit of the building and Astro's table. 
                          
"First time?" 
                          
She turned to look behind as another fan spoke, looking up at Hani who slowly nodded. 
                          
"Yeah, first time is nerve racking."
                          
Hani tilted her head in confusion as she pointed at her. "You've met them before?" 
                          
The girl with blue streaks through her hair nodded and held up her hand, fully open. "Five times. This will be my sixth time meeting them." 
                          
"Do they remember you?" 
                          
She smiled and patted the Hani's back. "Yup. Just chill out okay? They're as human as you are, so they might be as well." 
                          
The nervous girl smiled and agreed with a simple nod, but even then her heartbeat was more than out of control. "Thank you." 
                          
"Next." 
                          
Hani took deep breath in and walked up to the table, kneeling in front of Sanha. 
                          
Sanha squinted his eyes at her, almost comically. "I know you..." 
                          
Hani smiled as she placed her photobook down in front of him. "Yeah, from where?"
                          
Sanha opened the photobook to his page, still looking at Hani. "I really can't remember, I'm sorry." He smiled, revealing the smile that was no longer wrapped in braces. "What's your name?" 
                          
"Hani." 
                          
Sanha looked her up and down then back to the photobook to sign it. "I know that name I just really can't remember from where." He laughed at his pathetic memory. "Anyways! Anything you wanna ask?" 
                          
Hani held up her hand for Sanha to hold it, which he did. "Are you having fun as an idol?" 
                          
Sanha smiled widely. "I love it. I get to see all of you fans and I get to do what I love. I'm having the time of my life. What do you do, Miss Hani?"
                          
She pointed at the korean on the photo book. "I am a translator. I work for other idols."
                          
"I wish I knew other languages! You are so cool!"
                          
The fan next to Hani moved, and Hani leaned in closed to Sanha as he handed her the photobook. "Want to know where you know me from?" 
                          
Sanha nodded and leaned in to hear the small whisper.