KristSingto : SOTUS days❤️

Chapter 3 - First Sight : Part 2

Krist's POV

2 Months Ago

The downpour caught us without warning. Me, Mike and Sarut were after a mind-racking session of political economy, and were on our way back home. None of us had an umbrella with us, obviously, and the only form of cover were our note files.

There's nothing worth in there, trust me.

I could hardly see anything with the water flowing down my eyes, and my clothes were starting to stick to my body.

“There!”, Sarut said pointing his finger in the direction of the café near our faculty.  “Let’s get in there quick!”

So the three of us, while accidentally stepping on around half a dozen puddles within that mere fifty metre distance, ran towards the “Brainwake Café”. Sarut pushed open the door, and as soon as we stepped past the threshold, almost all eyes nearby were upon us.  I took in that moment to do a quick check on our appearance.

In all honesty, we looked like three wet chicken...

The usually dashing and tall Mike had his, previously neatly styled hair, now down over his eyes. He was practically a walking wet mop.

Everyone’s “Oppa” boy, Sarut, had his clothes clinging to him like a second skin, and adding to that his skin has now gone lifeless and grey, he looked like an ugly sphinx cat. No offence.

And as for myself, well... It’d be all good if I could just stop my teeth from its nonstop chattering. My body has started its usual ritual of non-controllable shaking spasms, that happens whenever a drop of water other than from a shower hits me.

I’m just a tad bit sensitive to the cold, you see...

Without the need to draw any further attention on us, we quietly tip-toed to the table down the far left corner, furthest away from everyone as much as we could. A young waitress walked up to us with a slight frown and a sceptical look on her face and took down our orders.

Excuse me?! We only got wet in the rain?! Could you stop looking at us as if we’re escapees from jail please?!

“Shit man! I look terrible!”, Sarut who must’ve caught on to the expression of the waitress from earlier, was now looking into his mirror (believe me, he has one in his wallet) with a face full of terror. Facing such an attitude from her must be hard on him, since usually, he’d have girls tripping over their feet to get a chance to talk with him.

While Mike was trying his best to tame his hair across from me, I loosened my tie and placed it on the table, and un-tucked my shirt from the pants. The spot was quite warm, so fortunately, we’d be dry back again in no time.

“It doesn’t look like the rain would stop anytime soon...”, Mike remarked while looking through the windows to our right. Sarut was still busy trying to restore his former glory, that I also took the time to gauge the situation we were in.

Mike was right. There’s no sign of the rain stopping and there was no one out and about on the sidewalks. For us to even think of going out anytime soon would be sheer idiocy, what with the lack of umbrellas too in our case.

Inside the cafe was pretty cozy, permeating a warm brown light throughout the quite spacious interior. There was a gentle murmur of voices from the tables, giving the place a more comfortable and intimate aura. The slight aroma of vanilla in the air was making me feel lightheaded.

It was a less crowded day, so most of the tables were empty. Other than a few ladies near the entrance to the café, (the same ones who looked at us as if we've grown tails when we entered) there was just one other customer.