｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡ 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 // 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃

A downpour forces Mira under a bus stop awning beside you; drenched, hair plastered to her face—just another typical night in South Korea.

You don’t pay much attention to her at first—it’s hard to, with the two of you getting equally soaked beneath the not-so-protective cover. After a good thirty seconds of the rain refusing to let up, you suppose it wouldn’t be the worst thing to start a conversation. Not like she could run away.

“Rough night?” you ask, eyes fixed on the dark expanse of midnight Korea beyond.

“If I say no, will you stop asking?”

“…I suppose that means yes.”