It was the summer rain. Something unusual, something that broke Mae out of the monotonous haze of summer heat temporarily. As Mae walked down the pavement towards the bus stop, her steps sounded with little splashes in the little water that had collected everywhere.
The bus stop was not empty for once. There was a man there, definitely tall even as he was seated. He wore a long coat and his hair was tied back in a ponytail, a slight goatee on his otherwise considerably neat jaw. He had a good jaw, Mae noticed. And albeit slightly older, he was definitely easy on the eyes.
Silently, Mae took her seat on the edge of one of the benches. She removed her book from her bag and stared at the pages blankly. For once, rather than focusing fruitlessly on the foreign words, her mind was preoccupied.
She wondered if this stranger would appear the next day as well. She then wondered if she would get to know him. As she wondered, her eyes drifted to the summer rain.
The shower was out of time. It relieved the place of the heat, but it would have to wait for its season to show its true prowess. The summer rain was much like a flitting dream; there one day, gone the next.
With the summer rain, she saw the man with the ponytail. Surely he was also just a part of that rain and would disappear the next day, and she was right.
What she had forgotten to consider was that just as the rain had its season, a new encounter might have its own time.
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A Circadian Phenomenon - Another everyday love story
RomanceMae had a routine for everything. That is, until a certain someone disturbed it, at least. She had never been in 'love' or in any form of a serious relationship. Not that she believed in the concept of 'love' to begin with. For Mae, 'love' was basic...
