"Where are you headed?" Qiao Sang took a sip of her coffee and asked casually.
"Zone One." The young man glanced over. "And you?"
"Also Zone One."
"What a coincidence. What time is your ticket?" The young man's eyes lit up.
Qiao Sang did not answer but instead countered with a question:
"Where's your luggage?"
The young man hesitated briefly and said, "I'm here for a mission. The person posting the task is covering meals and accommodations, so I didn't bring anything."
Qiao Sang shot him a look. "Not even clothes?"
The young man scratched his head, looking slightly embarrassed, and said:
"I can go a week without showering."
Qiao Sang: "..."
Impressive.
