"Achoo!!!"
After sneezing loudly for the third time, Leon couldn't help but vigorously rub his nose.
Strange, what's going on today? Why is my nose always itchy?
After blowing his nose hard, he still felt uncomfortable. While waiting in the guest area of the dock, Leon frowned and looked at the tall chimneys lining both sides of the river. Just as he was about to find a tissue to blow his nose, someone lightly tapped him on the back.
"We meet again."
A tall, thin middle-aged man, holding a large suitcase in his right hand, quietly appeared behind Leon without even startling the black goat.
After looking at Leon's face to confirm he hadn't approached the wrong person, the tall, thin man lifted his hat slightly with his free left hand, smiled, and greeted:
"Sorry, the ferry was queued on the other side of the river, two hours later than the schedule... Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long?"
"No, Mr. Edward."
