a little assistance

Bambam winced as he limped down the sidewalk, eyes scanning the signs, the buildings, desperately searching for anything familiar. It was hard with the sun low in the sky, making reading signs nearly impossible, and he sighed, very nearly ready to flop down on the sidewalk and wait the extra five hours for his dad to come pick him up so he didn’t get even more lost than he already was when he passed a girl.

He spun on his good foot, bouncing a little to catch the sleeve of her jacket. “E-Excuse me,” he stammered, wetting his lips and trying again. “Are you…do you know this place?” he asked.

That was right, wasn’t it? He kind of wished he’d been better at this whole Korean thing before moving to the country itself.