Lucas’s POV:
The staring is something they've had to get used to. Maybe in the capital it would be less jarring for people to see such obvious foreigners, but out here, in the quaint little Korean village they're tucked away in, it makes ripples. People take pictures. They stare openly, unabashedly.
Lucas has no patience for it this morning.
"Just go," Logan tells him, nudging his side.
Lucas drags his eyes away from the line ahead of them, where he'd been counting how many people stood between them and the bank teller, and he looks at Logan questioningly.
"You can leave," Logan says. "I'll make the withdrawal on my own."
Lucas frowns. "It's not safe to walk around by yourself with that much cash."
"I'll be fine," Logan insists. "You can just leave your—" his mouth twists distas
