Elizabeth walked down the hallway, her long hair brushing against her shoulders with every step.<span style="font-style: italic">Jay Kyung Lee... he sounds interesting. He's from South Korea... wow. I've never met a foreigner before.</span>After a short while of walking, she came upon a young Asian man looking at a bulletin board. "Uh... excuse me?" She spoke softly. She was a little shy. She didn't want to accidentally offend him. They'd be living together for the next year. She didn't want to start off offending him. "I'm Elizabeth." She held her hand out to him.<span style="font-style: italic">Good, good, a neutral greeting. Good job Elizabeth.</span><br/><br/>She dug her heels into the ground. She was still nervous. Very nervous. That was the thing about her; she always had a deep phobia of the opposite sex. So much so that shes never had any male friends. Or boyfriends for that matter. Her foster father's behavior didn't help with that at all. She rubbed her arms subconsciously at the thought of her foster father, wincing when she hit a fresh cigarette burn.