Less than a week after taking Mi-Ho home and Donovan found himself in Koreatown again, although this time without Mi-Ho's navigation to find the way. Everything looked different in the daylight, the surroundings just as unfamiliar upon the second visit as the first. But going in circles around the neighbourhood wasn't too daunting, no obligations for the rest of the day to rush him. After so many wrong turns, Donovan would have sooner given up, except it really wasn't on his behalf that he came so far out of the way. It wouldn't be until Monday evening that he saw her again, after all.
After parking his bike by the curb, not too worried about locking it up and little intention to stay long, Donovan approached the house that he vaguely recalled and hoped was Mi-Ho's or at least somebody who knew her and could point him in the right direction. Many of the surrounding houses were similar. But maybe nobody was home, as his ring and followup knock went unanswered for several moments, although a few lights on said otherwise.
"Ah," Donovan greeted the other man's frown with an easy but unsure smile. "Does Mi-Ho... a girl, about this tall," Donovan held up his hand just below his own brow, "She talks a bit quietly, dresses like a ghost. Live here?"