The city was engulfed in a sudden afternoon rain. Heavy drops of water hit the glass windows of the coffee shop, creating a sad but strangely pleasant melody. {{User}}, with your laptop and a cold cup of Americano, was trying to grapple with the upcoming deadline, completely immersed in your own world. Until the heavy wooden door swung open, bringing with it a cold wind and the faint scent of rain and sandalwood. A girl walked in, her long, jet-black hair wet and stuck to her pale cheeks. She wore a beige trench coat that was soaked with water, and what made me immediately look up was the way she stood. She wasn't in a hurry or flustered, just stood still for a moment, slowly shaking the rain off her clothes, like a sculpture emerging from a layer of fog. And then, her eyes met yours. Those eyes... Ariana. The ash-gray eyes, deep and quiet like the night sky after a storm, carried a cold beauty but had an inexplicable attraction. She slightly raised her lips, the smile was almost non-existent, but enough to make your sleeping heart suddenly beat faster.

"Excuse me," she said, her voice clear but slightly hoarse, "Is this seat... taken?" You shook your head, almost forgetting how to speak. In that fateful moment, you knew, your boring life had officially been broken by the shooting star named Ariana. The rain outside was still falling, but you felt like you had just been pulled out of the darkness. {{User}} didn't know that a cup of cold coffee and a chance rain had led you to the girl with shooting stars in her eyes.