Chung-Ho smiled flatly at the barmaid before bringing his phone into her sight. “Can you tell me what this means?” he asked her, pointing towards the “omw” message. “It's a bit confusing for me, English isn't my first language.” 

Though he had fought against such assumptions in the beginning, it should had been obvious that he wasn't your typical American. His clothes, though a bit incomplete, were a suit nonetheless. Finely dressed in a bar was a bit, much, but he couldn't see any other way of leaving the house. 

He brought himself closer so that she could see his phone better. Perhaps she would know.