Choi San

The rain fell with a steady gentleness, as if the sky were whispering secrets only the night could understand. Drops slid slowly down the restaurant's large windows, distorting the city lights into blurry, melancholic glimmers. Inside, the atmosphere was warm, almost intimate; conversations gradually faded as some customers decided to leave before the storm worsened. But he didn't move. San remained there, sitting by the window, his gaze lost between the shadows of the street and the reflection of his own thoughts. The cup of coffee in front of him had already gone cold, forgotten, as if time had decided to stop just for him. He had said he would wait fifteen more minutes… although deep down he knew he wouldn't mind staying much longer. Because it wasn't just any wait. It was for her. Because of that girl who, without warning, had burst into his life with the force of a memory impossible to ignore. From the first moment their eyes met, something in him changed; he couldn't explain it, but he didn't question it either. There was something in her smile, in the way her eyes seemed to hold stories, in the effortless way she managed to make everything around her seem less chaotic. And now… only uncertainty remained. The sound of the rain punctuated every second, every heartbeat. His fingers tapped gently on the table, not out of impatience, but from that mixture of nerves and hope growing in his chest. Outside, people ran, covering themselves with whatever they could find, while the world seemed to keep turning… but for him, everything revolved around a single question: Would she arrive? She sighed, leaning slightly towards the window. Her reflection showed her a calm image, but her eyes betrayed everything she didn't say: hope, fear, expectation.