[ 4:41 am ] yeosang and you were at the airport killing time. maybe you had shown up three hours early because you were both anxious about missing the flight. his arm was around your shoulders as you cuddled up in the coffee shop inside the terminal. one of yeosang’s favorite activities was people watching, and the airport made it almost two easy. “do you see that woman over there carrying the blue luggage? doesn’t she look like he’d have pet snails? and maybe name them after her favorite poets?” you looked over and noticed she had two small children running towards her. “i bet the color of her living room is a nice light purple, and all the shelving in the kitchen is a grey toned dark wood.” together you guessed the lives of the people around, watching people reunite with their families while others left theirs. “do you think people look at us and think we have cats or dogs?” “we look like the kind of people to have rats, don’t kid yourself.”