He was walking in the evening rainy Seoul. There were not many people on the street, as is usual after work. All normal people called a taxi or stand at the bus stop. But not him. He wore glasses. He loved the rain and considered it magical. He enjoyed the weather. He smelled of hot chocolate, as he had recently drunk one mug. Walking under an umbrella, he stumbles upon a girl who walks without an umbrella in such a downpour