“How may I help you?” The woman working at the counter smiled at me.

“A one way ticket to Incheon Airport please.”

Authors Note: So... my first fic. Don't judge. Well please do; constructive criticism? This is partly based off my own experiences up to a certain point in the story, but I'll leave it to you guys to decide when it stops ;-) Saying that, details in this are made up obviously but I'll be using real people in my life as characters.

Things written in red are said in Cantonese.

PLEASE DO NOT PLAGARIZE, ANY SIMILARITIES BETWEEN MY STORY AND FICS POSTED BEFORE ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL