i've got part irish, korean, and chinese, try again.
chinese
“Excuse me, big sister,” I turn to see a young Asian girl, even smaller than me, about fifteen, with bleached-blonde hair and a big, duckling yellow umbrella tapping my arm, "Are you heading to the mall?”
I let my expression soften, as I shrug, apologetically “No - a little building just behind it, The Precioso Veggera Foundation’s Washington DC office.”
“I know it,” the girl smiles a little bashfully. “I can walk you there if you like. It’s not far.”
“Okay, but you -” I begin, and he looks up from his phone, “You have me stumped…the green eyes…”
part irish
“Arab, Irish, and Venezuelan,” he says with a wave of his hand. “My ancestors put all the jokers in my deck.”
“Or maybe they just wanted you to be ‘colorful,’” I quip.
part korean
I mean... the male lead