My name is Jenny, and my roommate is crazy.

My name is Jenny. I live with my best-friend and roommate Amy in a tiny shoebox apartment in Manhattan. We're both fresh-out of college, me with a degree in music and Amy with one in theatre.
Lately, Amy's been obsessed with Korean dramas. She says she watches them for research purposes, she is a theatre major after-all. I guess observing other actors and actresses do their thing would be beneficial, even if it is in a different language. Facial expressions and the ability to portray an array of emotions are the most important right?

    "Our new neighbor just moved in."
 
    "Oh?" Amy's never really been interested in anyone besides herself. Her family and I are the only other exceptions.
 
    "Yeah. She's Korean and super nice! I just spoke to her the other da–"
 
    "What? Say that again." Amy had a crazy look in her eyes.

    "She's super nice?" I wasn't sure whether I liked that look or not.
 
    "No, the other part." Amy was starting to scare me.

    "I spoke to her the other da–"

    "You said, she's Korean." Oh. Was that all?

    "Yes?" I was wary. Her eyes still looked glazed over.

    "OH. MY. JENNY!" Okay? "Our neighbor, is Korean?!"

    "I just told you tha–"

    "Korean! I'm going to go say hi!" Amy was already sprinting towards the front door.

    "Wait, right now?" The sound of the door slamming shut was the response I got.

When Amy returned, she told me that she was a hundred and ten percent sure that our next-door neighbor, Hye-Ri, was in love with the CEO of a large corporation in South Korea.
According to Amy, Hye-Ri was living in the ant-sized apartment next door because she was trying to keep her lover safe by giving in to his deranged mother's demands for her to move out of South Korea and leave her son alone.

    "She told you all that in five minutes?" Okay, I was convinced. Amy had lost it.
 
    "She didn't have to! I could see it in her eyes," I could see the lunacy in your eyes too, Amy.

Amy also didn't fail to mention that the possibility of Hye-Ri's lover being her twin brother, separated at birth, should not be ruled out completely.

    "I'm telling you, Jenny, it's all too obvious. She needs our help. We have to–"

Amy's rambling was interrupted by a knock on our door and I immediately rushed over to thank whoever had saved me from my roommate's insanity.
It was Hye-Ri. She was smiling. She greeted me with a slight nod and then peered her head to the side to focus on Amy who was standing behind me.

    She put her focus back on me and said, "Your friend left rather abruptly. Is she okay?" I looked back and saw Amy standing in the middle of the living-room, mouth agape.

    "Umm... She's alright. Why? Did something happen?"

    "She knocked on my door and introduced herself. I invited her to come in and then went to go get some snacks for her to try. When I came back to where I had left her, she was gone," she said. She was clearly very confused. "I thought she might have left due to an emergency, so I decided to bring these over for you guys to try anyway," she was holding a plate of multi-colored treats. "They're Korean rice-cakes! I made them myself," she said as she passed me the plate of goodies.

    "I'm sorry, Amy, just had to, use the bathroom. Uhh, would you like to come in?"

    "Sure! If you guys don't mind."

    "Of course not! Please, come in."

Hye-Ri told us how she had come to the United States as an international student and graduated with a degree in business. She was now living in Manhattan because she had received a job offer here. If everything goes well, she would be sponsored for a working visa and as of now, that was her main goal. When I told her about Amy's over the top theories on why she was here, she just laughed. Hye-Ri went on to explain that Amy's hypothesis was not entirely preposterous. She did have a lover back home in Korea, and his mother was not very approving of their relationship. However, he was no CEO, and it's not that his mother hated her, it was just that she didn't agree with her decision to move to the U.S. She wanted her to stay in Korea and help out with their family's business, she wanted a housewife, not a business woman. But regardless, she shot down the idea of her husband being related to her in any way, let alone being her twin brother, faster than the speed of light.
In the end, we all agreed that we would definitely hang out again and Hye-Ri eventually became our third musketeer. Amy still kept watching her beloved dramas but she did stop coming up with absurd theories. Instead, she started picking up the language and would converse with Hye-Ri in Korean frequently.

    "Hey, Jenny."

    "Yeah, Amy?"

    "Hye-Ri never did talk about what kind of family business her husband's family was running, right?"

    "No, I don't think she did."

    "Hmm... You see, the thing is, I've been watching this drama lately and it was about a family of Korean mafias."


Oh no. Here we go again.

Jenny aka Jenny from the block.