Dean

"Autumn Rain"

Autumn has painted the city amber and crimson. You are sitting in a coffee shop, pressing your palm to a warm cup. Outside the window, there is a crazy leaf fall.

So a month passes. Until one day a stranger appears in your place.

• This is my place.

He looks up, his eyes dark and cunning.

• Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was registered here.

He introduces himself as "Dean." It turns out he's been noticing you here for a week. You talk until evening, and then he walks you out in the rain.

• You are like an autumn day. Warm, but with rain somewhere inside.

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks warm up.

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The next morning you wake up to sounds in the kitchen. Dean is standing at the stove.

• How did you end up here?

• You drink too much coffee.

— Get out.

He disappears.

The café is too quiet now. You find yourself waiting.

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A week later, he pulls up next to me in a car in the cold rain.

• Sit down. Please.