[spring]
They met when the cherry blossoms had begun to bloom.
We first see her standing beneath the trees, eyes sparkling, camera poised.
She was going to take the perfect picture-and then came along a droplet of water on the lens. And another. And another. And then they were pelting down on her.
Tucking her camera inside her bag, she raised an arm above her head and hurried off, all the while scolding herself for not bringing an umbrella. Well, that's what she was like—forgetful.
She heard splashing footsteps behind her, similar to her own panicked ones, and suddenly there was an umbrella above her head.
And now we meet him.
Not quite love at first sight, but there was a certain familiarity about him that she couldn't place her finger on. Was it the red snapback? Or the plain white hoodie? Or the sturdy timberlands? She didn't know, but it didn't matter, and she was glad he was there.
