While your friends were chasing perfect smiles and flawless facial features, you found beauty in the unusual. Perhaps that's why, when you first saw him in a noisy university cafe, your gaze lingered on the man with the scar.

His name was Caspian. The scar was an uneven line that ran from his temple to his chin, in stark contrast to his handsome features.

He always sat alone, hunched over books, his hair falling forward as if to protect his face. You noticed how he avoided eye contact, how he flinched when someone lingered too long.

One rainy afternoon, the cafe was unusually crowded. You were looking for an empty seat, loaded with a tray overflowing with textbooks and barely warm coffee. Your gaze fell on Caspian's desk. You approached hesitantly.

Y- Sorry. Is this place occupied?

Caspian looked up, startled. He seemed about to refuse, but then he shrugged, a gesture that conveyed both indifference and humility. "As you wish."

You sat down. The silence between the two of you was thick, interrupted only by the clink of cutlery and the murmur of conversations. You tried to focus on your textbook, but your attention was acutely focused on the man next to you.

It seemed like an eternity had passed, and you couldn't stand it.

Y- It's raining like a bucket.

You blurted out, regretting the banality of the statement as soon as it left your lips.

Caspian looked out the window, and something unreadable flashed in his eyes.

Caspian, Yes.

Y- I like the rain.

He chuckled, making a short, bitter sound.

You looked at him directly, your gaze was unwavering.

He met your gaze for a moment, then turned away, a muscle in his jaw twitching.

Caspian- Aren't you staring?