Ēn Chén stood in the airport jacket in one hand, bag in the other, His suit jacket hung over his arm the way he always did when he was getting impatient, or had become too hot to wear it. He didn't like wearing them, but Emily insisted he was a brand. He was a specialist, and he deserved to look the part. But she had told him if he really didn't want to wear it, he could always sling it over his arms so he still had it on hand. She said it helped make him look dapper, anyway. He glanced down at it, and his eyes drifted towards his hand. He held two tickets in his hand, two tickets that were about to change his whole life. A whole new journey he would be going it alone. It frightened him; he was letting go of everyone and everything he loved. But it was the right thing to do, he reminded himself. Emily and her family had worked so hard to get him a chance at this.
And it was his dream…
But he hesitated.
He couldn't help it.
