EXT. SOMEWHERE AROUND YONGSA - MORNING --- @yjseoks
Turtle doves pool around the pavement, pecking for any crumbs left on the ground. Beams of sunlight created a little rainbow from the fountain. A tiny child bounced out of glee when he broke his own record of skipping stones on the lake. A father bought a red balloon for his daughter and got a sloppy kiss on the cheek out of it. The scenery was as if it was taken out from a movie. It was a spectre to behold, but poor Ara was missing it all.
Her tinted sunglasses hung low on her nose bridge as she paced around, holding up a map that she had no idea was upside down. She stopped and craned her neck, eyes finally leaving the booklet she hurriedly bought at the gift shop that was not helpful to her at all. The guide told her she was now at her destination, but why is she beside an elementary school?! She cannot help but to reminisce about the cartographer she met back at her travels. Perhaps if she actually stopped and listened to his ramblings instead of looking at the collarbones peeking out from his open white shirt then maybe she wouldn’t look this dumb right now.
She heaved a deep sigh, pushing up her sunglasses to rest atop her head. Ara crumpled the map on her hands and shoved it right back inside her sling bag. She squinted through the radiance of Yongsa in the early morning and muttered, “Where is that damn tree?”
