The snow was forming a thick blanket on the ground; her boots sank deep in them making it hard for her to walk. Yoona shook her head in frustration and thought to herself, just great, whenever going on work the freaking weather goes against me. Something buzzed in her back pocket; she picked up the phone call and sighed in reply when she got the news about the flight being postponed. She pressed in some numbers and held the phone against her ear, “Kim can you get me rocky jeep at the base of the mountain?”. As the person on the other side agreed Yoona made her way down the mountain.
The airport was warm and busy with people rumming here and there, the gift shops were filled with tourists and the coffee machine held a long line of people demanding a hot drink. Yonna sipped at her cup of latte and took the black tablet out of her bag; she turned it on and went straight in the gallery. In a split second the screen played the scanned pictures, she stared at the snaps with great concentration. Something was familiar about it and the thoughts about killing these people ached at the bottom of Yoona’s heart, thou she didn’t even knew them or maybe remember them. “FLIGHT E683 FOR MADAGASGER will depart in thirty minutes, it is requested to the passengers to move towards the assigned door” the announcement came to her ears and Yoona made my way to the aisle.
The plane took a bumpy off and stabled in midair, Yoona drank red wine that the airhostess bought to her, her headphone planted in her ears as she played her favorite playlist trying to bury the scratching ache in the pit of her heart.
