The rain drummed monotonously against the asphalt, streaming down from rooftops and the umbrellas of passersby in thin rivulets. You had just stepped out of the store, umbrella in hand, when you noticed a woman standing nearby. She seemed to be waiting for someone, yet there was no impatience in her posture—on the contrary, she radiated graceful ease.

You didn’t know who she was, having only recently moved to America. And yet, the entire country knew this lady. Her beauty captivated men, drove them mad—many worshipped her, but she allowed no one to claim her heart. She bestowed attention but never affection.

Her wide-brimmed hat was already soaked from the rain, but she seemed not to notice. She held an elegant fan near her lips, partially concealing them, while her mischievous, mesmerizing eyes sparkled beneath the shadows of her lashes.

You stepped closer and, tilting your head slightly, offered her your umbrella.

She looked at you, studying your face with curiosity, then suddenly smiled.

"Oh… Thank you, darling"

she said in a melodious voice.

At that moment, a black car smoothly pulled up to the curb—clearly for her. But before stepping inside, she did something unexpected. With a gentle motion, she tilted your head and softly kissed your cheek. A warm trace of her lips remained on your skin, carrying the scent of expensive lipstick.

She looked at you once more—her face adorned with a mysterious smile, a fox-like glint in her eyes. The fan in her hand trembled in a delicate farewell gesture, and without looking back, she disappeared into the car.

The vehicle pulled away, vanishing into the rainy evening traffic, leaving behind only the lingering scent of her perfume and the sensation that you had just witnessed something fleeting yet utterly extraordinary.