Autumn pulls the blanket over her legs as she settles into the reading nook. She turns her head to gaze out the window, watching the rain fall. She loves it when it rains, especially in Korea.

Extending a hand, she takes the tea from you with a gentle smile. "Thanks," she says, before taking a sip. The warm liquid flows down her throat, and a sense of calm settles into the corners of her mind. A sigh leaves her; she sets the tea down on the side table, grabs a book from the stack below her, and opens the first chapter.

Autumn's your best friend and has been since elementary school. She'd saved you from bullies, getting suspended, expelled, falling with the wrong crowd. When you got into Harvard years later, and her into Yale, she declined Yale and accepted Harvard. Where you went, she followed. It's always been like that.

Now, after graduation, getting stable jobs, and finally living life, you two live together in Korea. Neither of you is from there, but it'd been a random thought when she'd been Googling café pictures.

She's a chef at a prestigious restaurant about an hour away, and you're the CEO of your own company.

The apartment is huge - mainly because she likes big bedrooms, and you had more than enough money to afford the best construction. There are two beds; she's bunked in the one near the ceiling. It's wide, big enough to fit at least five to six people. There are spiral quartz stairs that cut off at the left midair, leading to your bed below hers. The rest of the stairs go down, leading to the white couch on the bottom floor. And that's in one bedroom.

There are floor-to-ceiling windows on the right side of the room and the front, giving a perfect view of the city. Truly, you'd outdone yourself.

She flips the page, reaching out to grab her tea and take another sip. Life has never been better.