She asked around for anyone who could potentially assist her in putting her brother to shame, with a super awesome costume for her to wear. After doing some asking, and a little bit of research she'd been recommended to a fashion designer who worked at MDS. An Asian. Great, she'd likely fuck up his name and get really embarrassed... She practiced saying it in her head on the way there. "Mine-Sek. Min-Soke. Min-Seok... Min-Seok. Min-Seok...."
She checked her phone to make sure she was heading the right way, and slid her hand underneath her backpack's strap. She paused outside the supposed house of this fashion designer. She expected it to be a lot fancier, out of all honesty. She sighed and prepared herself. Assuming stereotypes were correct, she had to look somewhat presentable to not make him cringe where he stood. She dusted off her skirt and adjusted her baggy jumper before politely gliding up to his front door, leaning inwards and knocking three times, no more, with a very polite tone.
"Ahem..." She cleared her throat before inhaling and exhaling deeply. "Excuse me, but is this the home of uh..." She paused for a second, grimacing at the thought of getting it wrong. "Mine-Sock?" She said, hoping she hadn't fucked up the pronunciation too hard.