Your's

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It's raining on that day.

There's no places nearby beside of the launderette about ten steps from her current place.

Because without the existence of an umbrella, she run to the launderette as fast as she could.

She arrived in front the door drenched, her shoes was soaked. As the wind blow chilly and the lightning keep on struck, she step in to the launderette while wiping her wet coat over the rain.

She saw a figure of guy reading book at the two tables from where she stood. He must be waiting for his laundry to be done.

He's in a black short sleeve shirt, a khaki colour pants and he's wearing a pair of sneakers. The cap he worn looks good on him. There's a pair of jacket place next to his chair.

He was to into the reading, unnoticed about her presence.

Without any reproach, she make a sat and look out through the glass window. Wondering when the rains would stop pouring.

The launderette echoed with the sound of the washing machine and the beating of the rains.

The sky getting darker. She sigh heavily thinking that she couldn't be home early today. As the sound of rains continued, the washing machine stop. Without realising that she already focusing on the guy with the black shirt.

He stood up. His body was firm and stern. He look kinda cute. But it's barely showing his full face as he's busy with the laundry.

Her reverie stop as the guy turn to face her.

"Do you need anything?"

She was startled by the sudden question.

"No, no!"

She answer as stood still. Aware that he notice about her unconscious staring.

"Don't you feel cold?"

His eyes pointing to her wet coat.

"This?"

She said while weeping the wet coat with her bare hand.

"You should take it off, or else you might catch a cold."

His eyes was glowing as he looked her straight into the eyes. The edge of his lips slightly smiling.

"No, I'm good."

He then continued, folding the dried clothes and arrange one by one into his laundry bag until he done.

She who still standing, once again lost into him. She was too focus on him.

He then pick the bag, the book on the table also the jacket of he's and headed outside.

"See you again."

Leaving with a sweet smile.

The guy with an umbrella inserted by the door vanished in the middle of the rains.

Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. And what she wishing for from the rains that night,

"I hope to see you again."