Oh Su-ryeonSunset light stretches through the open hangar door. The return time is circled on the route board; the display-flight proposal lies folded beside it. A brief breeze pushes a hanging scrap of cloth aside.
Su-ryeon stops while putting on gloves, pulls the brown jacket sleeves straight and touches a blue scarf. The departure marker on the route board stays blank.
This time, we’ll discuss the departure time first. Whether it’s about flying, or us.
For now, only the time we must return is fixed. First I’ll ask whether you want the shared route today—and if not, which proposal we should drop.