“Hey! Suran, are you done yet?”
“Just a sec! Almost finished! Grandma, I’ve tidied the stall and locked the door. Can I head out first?”
Seeing her press her hands together so earnestly, her grandmother smiled. Suran bolted out, giddy.
“Their” arrival time at Qingdao International Airport was 5 p.m.
There was still plenty of time. Suran hurried into a taxi. Her driver friend, Yu-geol, grumbled.
“You’re slow.”
“Time’s fine, isn’t it? It’ll take like thirty minutes to the airport.”
“Yeah, right. Traffic’s hell. Everyone’s swarming there.”
Clutching the placard she’d prepared, Suran’s face crumpled. No way!
“We’re not going to miss them, are we? We can’t, Yu-geol! I’ve been waiting for today! Please, step on it!”
“Then you should’ve hustled earlier. How many kids like you d’you think there are? I heard the airport’s been jammed since last night with people camping out.”
Yu-geol shook his head.
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