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✿ —— “I forgot…” Her voice lowered until it was only a fraction louder than a whisper. “Nacchan, what’s your password again? Is it setoguchinatsuki or yuuislove? Or maybe it’s none of those. I know it’s somewhere along those lines, though…”

ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ɢᴏɴᴇ? ☂ ???&&ᴀᴋᴀʀɪ

     Lᴏɴɢ ᴀs I ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
          Cʟᴏᴜᴅs ᴏғ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ
     Gᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴇɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇs, ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ
          Aɴᴅ I ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ, sᴛɪʟʟ I ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴏ'ʟʟ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ
                   Wɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ, ___?
                  Wɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?

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✿ —— The warmth from the half-full mug of coffee (which is honestly more like milk with coffee, and not the other way around) does well to chase the chill away from her bones, but it doesn’t do so much in the boredom department. Watching the raindrops slide down the glass window in the employees room of her workplace isn’t very entertaining, either. The tiny TV’s just plain annoying; the storm must be tampering with the signal. She can’t get a channel without the screen breaking apart in static every few minutes.

But she has already agreed to take this shift for a co-worker. Working on rainy days is positively horrid; and this one doesn’t even look rainy. It’s stormy. She doesn’t want to go back into the main part of the shop. She’ll just get splattered with water. Besides, who in their right mind would go shopping for flowers in this weather?

So she just resorts to sitting by the window, fingers flying over the screen of her phone as she sends messages of complaint to Miou and Natsuki. Most of the messages fail to send. With a sigh of resignation, her gaze flickers towards the foggy window.

The sight she sees almost makes her choke on her beverage, which she barely manages to swallow in time.Because behind the shop, a biker has just crashed into a pole. What kind of insane person would go biking in this weather?

Finally, after a few minutes of negotiation, the angel on her right shoulder wins and she dons her jacket and a pair of yellow boots at least two sizes too big. A deep breath, and she heads out. The features of the stranger are obscured by the thickening mist, but that doesn’t deter her. Introductions can be held inside, preferably in front of a heater.

“Take my hand!" Goosebumps rise everywhere, as raindrops assault her body.

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