삼십팔---38
July 3, 2016
22:53
Seoul, South Korea
Jamsil Baseball Stadium
“Come on, Dae,” called Sejun. As they’d begun to leave the large gift shop, Dae had seen a shirt that she must have missed before. Sejun was worried about leaving Taeil, and especially with a foreign girl he’d only met a few times. Taeil was not that good with strangers. “We should hurry and get back in line.”
“I want this shirt more than I want ice cream!” shouted Dae, running toward the shirt display. She searched the pile for her size, and got into the cash register line.
Sejun sighed deeply, making his way over to the line. He grabbed a fridge magnet on the way, because -- what the hell -- he was already going to be waiting in line again.
After buying the additional shirt, he was able to drag Dae back toward the ice cream slot.
Taeil and Elise were no where to be seen. Dae and Sejun looked at each other, eyes widening.
“You don’t think something happened to them, do you?” Dae asked.
“Probably not,” decided Sejun. “They must have went back to out seats. The game is almost over, and I bet they wanted to see the last eight minutes or so of the game.”
“Yeah. Of course.” Dae eyed her friend guiltily. “We shouldn’t have abandoned them, should we?”
“Of course not.”
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