Setting: Family chain restaurant, c. 1990, predominantly white suburb in the Midwest
Characters: Myself (19 years old) and well meaning white couple, approximately 50 years old
"Hello, my name is Paula and I'll be your server today. May I bring you anything to drink right away?"
"Hi there." Stares curiously at me. Tell me, dear, by any chance are you a Korean?"
"Yes I am."
"Are you adopted?"
"Yes, ma'am." (Oh help me, where is this going?)
"By any chance do you know Steve?"
"Yes, Steve. I believe he's a Korean and adopted as well. Our friends got him a while ago."
"No, I'm sorry I don't."
"Are you sure? Because he's a Korean. And adopted. Like you."
"I'm sorry, I don't think I know who he is."
"Really? Because he looks just like you, with black hair and eyes like yours and everything."
Woman is becoming a little exasperated. "Are you sure you don't know him? His name is Steve."
I look around and smile nervously. "Umm, may I please take your order?"