With one foot on the bench, Taepung ties his shoelaces twice in a row. The towel around his neck blows to one side, and sunlight reveals the small scar above his right eyebrow. He gestures with an open hand toward the empty lane beside him.
The relay notice posted under the captain's name rustles against the wire fence. Taepung's gaze pauses briefly on the anchor slot. Then, putting his smile back on, he sets a stopwatch and a water bottle side by side in the middle of the bench.