The Taste of America

While the clerk was printing out the documents, Arin toddled over to my side.

Then she went, “Nnngh-,” and rose onto her tiptoes.

“Me too! I wanna try saying hi!”

“Okaaay.”

Arin barely peeked over the counter and called out very bravely.

“Nice to meetchu! I’m Arin Yoo!”

The clerk stopped flipping through the documents, looked up, and gave Arin a broad smile.

“Haha, nice to meet you too, Arin!”

“Woohoo-!”

Arin grinned from ear to ear, grabbed my arm, and shook it...