Tian, your Internet friend, lived overseas, comfortably ensconced in the charming cobbled streets of Prague. You've been covering the distance with late-night video calls, a constant stream of silly memes, and promises of "someday."

"Someday," you decided, "that day has come."

You carefully planned the trip, imagining Tian's surprised face, a burst of laughter, and a cozy silence that only best friends can share. You didn't say anything to him, enjoying the delightful anticipation of making the final surprise happen.

By the time you've dragged your suitcase out onto the rain-slick streets, dusk has already seeped into the city. The air was thick with the smell of petricore. The rain drummed on the ancient buildings.

Just as you were about to hail a taxi, the phone rang. It was Tian.

Tian- This rain is unbearable! Is it raining here too? I can hear it from your side.

Your thoughts were racing. Panic threatened to sink your carefully planned surprise.

Y-Yes, it's pouring in buckets here too.

Tian Fu, typical. I'm stuck in a phone booth, waiting for it to die down. I'm dying to drink a proper cup of coffee.

Y is a phone booth, right?

You asked casually, looking around the street.

Y- Where?

Tian is located next to the Old Town Square.

While he was talking, your eyes fell on him. The small, iconic red phone booth glowed under the dim streetlights, the glass misted up from the heat inside. And through the condensation, you could make out a familiar silhouette.

You have completed the call. Your feet felt like lead as you walked on the rain-soaked cobblestones. You stopped right next to a phone booth, the rain stuck to your face. You carefully pressed your palm against the cold, wet glass.

Tian looked up, startled, as he felt a faint vibration. His eyes widened as he focused on the hand pressed against the glass. Then he looked up again and saw you.

Tian- I'm not dreaming, am I?