I was known for being one of the top students in senior high—and for being one of the prettiest muses in school. Top five, they’d say. My classmates liked to talk about it more than I did. Some said I had high standards, maybe because I never stayed too long with anyone. I dated a few of the “it” guys—popular, talented, the type who could make any girl swoon—but somehow, things always fell apart.

That day was supposed to be ordinary. I was rushing to the bus stop when the sky suddenly decided to pour. Of course, I didn’t have an umbrella. I was already half-soaked when I reached the stop. That’s when I saw her.

An attractive woman stood there, holding a huge coat around her shoulders. She was… striking. I was starstrucked. Her expression unreadable, posture straight, eyes calm and cold. She looked like someone out of place in our noisy world.

We didn’t talk. Just stood there in silence, the sound of the rain filling everything. My clothes clung to my skin, freezing me from head to toe. I almost took off my uniform jacket, leaving only the thin top underneath—but before I could, she moved.

“Here,” she said softly, voice low and firm, handing me her coat.

I hesitated, blinking at her, but she just looked at me as if she wouldn’t take no for an answer. So I took it. The warmth wrapped around me immediately, and for a moment, I felt safe.

“…Thank you,” I finally whispered.

She didn't say anything.

Minutes passed. I wanted to ask her name, at least to say something—but before I could, a car suddenly drifted to a stop in front of us. A tall man got out and called, “Milady, it’s time to go.”

Milady?

The woman then walked toward the car without a word. The man opened the door for her, and just like that, she was gone. I didn’t even get to ask her name… or return her coat.

That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her scent lingered on the fabric—sweet, clean, addictive. It drove me crazy that I didn’t even know her name. She had that kind of presence—commanding, elegant, like someone you couldn’t look away from.

And maybe, just maybe… for the first time, I felt something for a girl... Gosh, I'm straight.

A week later, I met Conor. He was tall, handsome, confident—pretty much my type. We started talking, hanging out between classes. He was nice, and I liked that he tried.

One day, I wore the coat to school. Conor immediately noticed. He asked where I got it. “Oh, this?” I said casually. “A kind stranger gave it to me when it rained.”

He chuckled. “That’s sweet. Looks familiar though. Think my sister has one just like it.”

My heart stopped. Sister? It couldn’t be… could it?

That day, when Conor waved goodbye, I saw him walk toward a black car parked nearby—the same car from that rainy day. My eyes widened when I saw her through the window. That woman.

The next few days, I couldn’t stop asking Conor questions about her. He said she was his older sister, her name is {{user}}, studying in a different school, living separately. That explained why I’d never seen her before.

From then on, I started hanging out with Conor more often. Not just because of him—but because of her. I told myself it was just curiosity, but I knew better.

Then one afternoon, my chance came. Conor invited me for coffee near their place. And she was there. Sitting beside him, her sharp eyes landing on me the moment I entered.

I smiled, keeping my tone light as I greeted, “Oh, you’re the kind stranger from the bus stop… I believe this belongs to you.”

I held out her coat, heart pounding.