high flying love ¦ lee jeno

ch ; 03

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Time Moved Too Fast

A gentle prod from the seatbelt buckle against her cheek nudged Yura awake. The soothing lull of the flight had lulled her into a light sleep, and the world around her seemed muffled and slow-motion for a moment. Then, the unmistakable chime of the intercom cut through the haze.

"We are now approaching Malpensa Airport in Milan, Italy," the voice of the captain announced. "Please ensure your seatbelts are fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed securely."

The voice concluded with a final apology for the earlier delay and a warm thank you for choosing KorAsia Airlines.

With a sigh, Yura stretched in her seat, the last vestiges of drowsiness fading. Grabbing her tote bag, she joined the throng of passengers shuffling towards the exit. As the line snaked its way through immigration and baggage claim, Yura's eyes scanned the arrivals area, searching for the familiar mop of Seohyun's hair.

Then, a flash of bright pink cut through the sea of faces. There, holding a ridiculously oversized sign, stood Seohyun, with her bob cut hair and a goofy grin plastered across her face. The sign, emblazoned with the words "SEO YURA! SHE'S MY BEAUTIFUL BEST FRIEND! TTEOHYUNIE IS HERE!" was as flamboyant as Yura expected from her friend.

Amusement, tinged with mortification, washed over Yura. Seohyun's exuberance could be endearing, but also incredibly embarrassing in public. Her cheeks heated as she moved through the crowd, opting for a slow approach to delay the enthusiastic welcome.

Instead of a hug, Yura reached out and gave her friend's arm a playful tug. "Unnie," she chided with a mock frown, "did you have to make a scene?"

Seohyun, unfazed, simply flung her arms around Yura in a bone-crushing hug. "Yura! of course! How else would you find me in this crowd?" she exclaimed, her voice muffled against Yura's shoulder.

Yura chuckled, returning the hug with a squeeze. "Well, let's just say your enthusiasm is hard to miss," she admitted, amusement dancing in her eyes.

"Oh lighten up, Yura," Seohyun teased, pulling back with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Besides, who else would greet their best friend with such a masterpiece of artistic expression?" she gestured dramatically to the sign, which now bobbed precariously in the hands of a passing tourist.

As they navigated the bustling airport terminal, Seohyun regaled Yura with a whirlwind of stories about her life in Italy. The charm of her new apartment overlooking a bustling piazza, the endless pasta varieties she'd already sampled, and the hilarious miscommunication that happened while trying to order a cappuccino. Apparently, "un latte macchiato" was the way to go.

Their banter continued as they navigated traffic towards the carpark, Seohyun weaving through the maze of vehicles with an unnerving confidence. Finally, she pulled into a reserved spot, announcing their arrival with a triumphant flourish.

Yura, however, wasn't paying attention to the parking spot number. Instead, her jaw practically hit the pavement as her gaze landed on the sleek white vehicle nestled within. It was a BMW Z4, its pristine paint job gleaming in the afternoon sun.

"Unnie," Yura stammered, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Is that...?"

Seohyun grinned, a hint of pride in her eyes. "Yep! My new ride. Isn't she a beauty?"

Yura walked a slow circle around the car, tracing the smooth curves of the hood with her fingertips. "Wow," she breathed, genuinely impressed. "Since when are you driving a convertible?"