Finally I arrived at the airport in Seoul.

I had the worst headache someone could ever have.

This was my first flight ever, though.

I was too excited during the flight to even rest a bit, so excuse my eyebags, messy hair and grave pale face.

One of the staffs texted me that a taxi would already be waiting for me outside the airport.

I turned my phone immediatly into flightmode again since my simcard was still a french one.

It's so goddamn huge here.

How am I supposed to find the right exit?

I scuffled slowly down the hall.

"Excuse me." I heard a voice behind me.

I stopped and could feel my cheeks just blushed.

"Ms Saki Lee?" I heard a voice behind me.

I paralyzed. 

After couple of seconds I found the courage to turn around and face the voice.

"Kwon Jiyong?" I asked.. well, stuttered.

He smiled.

"Yeah, I'm sorry that I have to pick you up, but I was at the airport anyway. And you seem lost, though." he still smiled, but he didn't do good

hiding a little smirk on his lips.

"You're sorry? Tha.. that's awesome"

Now I realised WHY he smirked. 

My hair was a mess, my face lost the little rest of colour that still remained and pushed it ALL into my cheeks and I'm wearing -  how could it be any different in a situation like this - my dark blue yoga pants with little cherrychocolate muffins and heart details on it. Good job, Saki!

That wasn't how I wanted to meet my future husband.

"Why are you at the airport... anyway?" I asked him.

"Oh, nothin' big. I was in LA." he said it like a side information and put my bag into his, OH MY GOD, Lamborghini.

"You're not really prepared for Seoul, are you?" he asked me.

"Huh?" 

By the way, if you were wondering: we're speaking japanese. He

must have informed himself about me to know i'm actually aware of speaking japanese, since his english isn't as fluent.

"Your bag is really small." he laughed.

"I.. I thought I could go shopping in Seoul."

"Good." there was this smirk again that did something to my body.

"Tomorrow. I will pick you up at 9 am."

I looked at him with irritation. Picking up?

Me?

He was concentrated on driving.

Yet he smiled playfully.

I caught myself blushing and turned my eyes away, looking at the full and hectic streets of Seoul.

I touched the window with my right hand and let my fingers slowly swipe over it.

"So this is Seoul." I mumbled.

I love his smile. How I loved it.