Etude Op. 25, No. 2 in f minor ("The Bees")
The airport's layout made no sense whatsoever. Shuhei skidded to a stop before the same sign, for the third time. International Terminal, it blithely announced with an arrow pointing diagonally up. . . and into a solid wall. Shuhei checked his watch. Thirty minutes until takeoff.
Kai tugged at his sleeve. "Let's ask the information desk," he said, gesturing at the elevator. Shuhei nodded grimly.
The elevator crawled at a snail's pace. Kai tapped his foot. Shuhei fidgeted.
"Oh, go through those doors and follow the tunnel," the receptionist informed them. "The International Terminal is a ten-minute walk away."
The intercom blared. "Last boarding call for flight 1228 to Warsaw."
Shuhei looked at Kai, who grimaced back. They sprinted.
