The guy´s perfect cheeks turn pink.

"Oh, sorry. I must have confused you with someone else.” And before I can walk off, he adds. 

"What´s your name, then?"

Are all guys here like that?

"Johannes,” I say in German and fake smile at him.

His eyes widen in surprise.

"That´s how your name sounds?” “Well – yes?” 

Wait. Does that mean, he tried to call me by my name? I look at him with a confused expression. Does that mean, he was waiting for me?

"John! So glad to finally meet you in person!”

Another guy steps forward. He holds a sign in one of his hands. 

Johannes Müller is written on it.

I look at the manager and his big, round glasses. I remember him from our video calls. He looks older than the young guy in front of me, who looks so proud of himself. Like a dog who has finally founits´s toy out of hundreds of others.

"John? Why didn´t you tell me this was his nickname?” The younger man turns to the older one. The manager shrugs and smirks at him. “That´s my revenge for singing nonstop in the car.” The younger one stares at him for a moment as if to say something in return, but he doesn´t. He immediately turns back to me, smiles, anbowses down. "I´m Minho. Nice to meet you, John-hyeong," he says and looks me in the eyes. I have no clue, what he´s calling me, but I hope, it´s nothing offensive. I nod at him. 

"Nice to meet you, too.”

"Where´s your luggage,” the manager interrupts our awkward staring.

"On the way to Australia,” I reply plainly and turn to the exit. I feel dead-tired and don´t want to stay here a second longer.

"Australia?" "Yep. I guess, my hoodies are making sightseeing without me now,” I reply sarcastically.

The glass doors slide open and hot air hits me like a truck. How can it be that hot? And how can the two men next to me wear long clothes?

I try to inhale some air. It tastes like sea and concrete. Strange combination!

"Hah! Do you think they can take pictures for you?” “Who can take pictures for me?” Minho smiles strangely, then adds “your clothes, of course.” “Ah – you´re talking irony right now. I hope they will.”

"Follow me, please. The car is right around the corner,” the manager tells us and turns to the left.