i was in a school. a student. korean culture was so prominent. people were korean. idk if i was too.
there was this thing i was doing, some sort of demonstration. it involved using a phone in a gestural way. i did it with this girl. there were other people too, and a lot of spectators. she and i were smiling and laughing as we did it. she was a student too, but i didn't know her or even see her before this.
after the demonstration was over i went to some sort of cafe, i asked the boy who worked there if he can get me a sandwich and a cup of tea.
before he returned i took my phone out of my pocket and slowly after fiddling with it i realized it wasn't really my phone. it was the girl's. i ran out. the school was huge. there was this sense that i'd never be able to find her. maybe if i went to lost and found. but after going outside and looking around frantically i saw her, also looking frantically. i went up to her. we laughed and exchanged phones. the relief was intense. i kissed her hand. (yeah idk either)
judging by the phones this was 2000s/2010s.
i gave her my phone and asked her to write her number. she took it, wrote her number in this weird note app thing on my phone, and handed it to me. i looked at it and smiled at her. the app closed without saving, i looked but she was lost to the crowd. i woke up.
idk her name. or what were we protesting. or what gender i was
there was this thing i was doing, some sort of demonstration. it involved using a phone in a gestural way. i did it with this girl. there were other people too, and a lot of spectators. she and i were smiling and laughing as we did it. she was a student too, but i didn't know her or even see her before this.
after the demonstration was over i went to some sort of cafe, i asked the boy who worked there if he can get me a sandwich and a cup of tea.
before he returned i took my phone out of my pocket and slowly after fiddling with it i realized it wasn't really my phone. it was the girl's. i ran out. the school was huge. there was this sense that i'd never be able to find her. maybe if i went to lost and found. but after going outside and looking around frantically i saw her, also looking frantically. i went up to her. we laughed and exchanged phones. the relief was intense. i kissed her hand. (yeah idk either)
judging by the phones this was 2000s/2010s.
i gave her my phone and asked her to write her number. she took it, wrote her number in this weird note app thing on my phone, and handed it to me. i looked at it and smiled at her. the app closed without saving, i looked but she was lost to the crowd. i woke up.
idk her name. or what were we protesting. or what gender i was
