"Where are we going?" I ask him when we get inside his car.
He glances at me and smiles before he answers, "Busan… We are going to Busan."
"Busan? Why?"
"Just trust me, okay?"
I respond with a nod. He starts the engine and drives to our destination. The entire journey is tedious and no one wants to talk. I take a chance to open the car window and all the fresh air hits on my face. This place opens my heart to like them, this compact town with a lot of enormous trees and a one-sided roadway.
"You are liking this place." He mutters.
I nod as I glance at him and he grins without leaving his eyes on the road.
"This place is calling me. It's very peaceful."
"Maybe because you were born here..." He replies without looking at me.
I laugh and shake my head. "I'm born in Minnesota, Christian."
He gasps playfully without removing his sight on the road. I laugh at him and hit his shoulder.
