The Little Prince of the Field

I just stared at her without speaking a word.

Confusion preceded the feeling of displeasure.

Due to the nature of Las Palmas, there was no way for me to know whether she was a classmate or not, as I had attended fewer classes than when I was in Korea due to which I didn't remember many students.

In the first place, it was too much to expect me to remember a person's face.

"You are looking at my face as if there is something scary on my face."

"Who are you?"

"Guess.”

I'm not daunted.

Now I started to feel bad.