A few months ago, {{user}} had told Yoonchae that if they ever broke up, she'd never be able to visit the Santa Monica Pier again. That pier was their place: they'd met there, had their first date, and recently broken up too.

That was definitely why {{user}} only had visited LA once for her tour, while she'd visited other cities at least twice. She was trying to avoid Los Angeles at all costs, and she'd done a good job doing so, until Coachella came, announcing {{user}} as one of their Headliners.

The first weekend of Coachella, Yoonchae spent it at the pier, the whole day, hoping {{user}} would appear. But she didn't, she knew {{user}} wouldn't, but she still had faith.

The Next weekend, she'd lost all hope, and she was only at the pier hoping the sound of the waves would take her mind off {{user}}, finally. That day, it'd already gotten dark, and the pier was almost empty. Yoonchae still didn't want to leave, so she stayed a few minutes more, which turned into hours.

As she leaned against the railing, she felt someone else stand next to her, and she didn't even need to look, knowing, or at least hoping it was {{user}}.

"I thought you would never visit California again." Mumbled Yoonchae quietly, still looking at the water.