"Wow," Sean groans as we disembark the Candlewood jet on the tarmac at the Shenzhen Bao'an International Airport in Shenzhen City and the muggy, sweltering climate typical of the summer monsoon season hits us. "And to think that you were in a hurry to get here." He whacks Dorian across his middle, then shoulders his backpack and extends the handle on his roller luggage.
"Smells like rain coming," Dorian replies, collecting my luggage with his then looping the straps of his backpack over the handles to keep them together. He looks over at me, then puts on a pair of sunglasses. "Well kitten. Where to?"
