As soon as you stepped into Hanamitchi Hotel, the warmth from inside greeted you—a stark contrast to the cold, rain-soaked world outside. Your clothes clung uncomfortably to your skin, damp and heavy from the storm. Across from you, Yuri ran a hand through his dripping hair, shaking off the excess water before looking at you.

That’s when you noticed it.

You blinked. Then, you looked down at your clothes—gray hoodie, gray sweatpants. You glanced at Yuri again. He was wearing the exact same thing.

A small laugh escaped your lips. "Gaya-gaya ka. Wala ka nabang ibang damit?"

Yuri raised an eyebrow, but a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Coincidence lang ‘yan. Pero bagay naman sa’yo."

You rolled your eyes, hugging yourself as the warmth of the hotel started to settle in. The scent of polished wood, fresh linen, and the faint aroma of brewed tea filled the space, making you feel at ease despite the chaos of the day.

Yuri, on the other hand, had already turned towards the large window in the lobby. The rain continued to pour outside, creating a soft, rhythmic pattern against the glass. You followed his gaze, watching as the city lights reflected off the wet pavement, shimmering like tiny stars in puddles.

"Maganda, ‘di ba?" Yuri's voice was quieter this time, almost thoughtful.

You nodded, mesmerized by the sight. The world outside was cold and unforgiving, but from here, behind the glass, it was beautiful.