Aisha smiled. “When you arrive.”
The taxi hissed to a stop outside the Marina Bay Sands, and Sam immediately regretted wearing a wool blazer. The air didn’t just hit him—it embraced him, slow and wet, like a giant, warm lung exhaling directly into his face. singapore best time to travel
Sam nodded, already peeling off the jacket. “Is it always this… thick?” Aisha smiled
This time, he didn’t check the weather at all. slow and wet