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you stare irritatedly into the distance. after a productive study session at the local library, you were ready to walk home so that you could unwind and enjoy the rest of the day. and you were totally about to, walking is great for the environment after all, but apparently the weather had other plans for you.
that goddamn weather app lied to you this morning.
“clear skies with sunshine my ass.” you grumble as you continue to glare at nothing in particular. oh it’s sunny alright but with heavy rain. you have nothing against the rain. in fact you love the sound of it and find it incredibly soothing. it’s just that you didn’t bring an umbrella and, judging by the downpour that’s happening, your hoodie would definitely be soaked through in minutes.
you’re debating on whether or not you should head back inside and wait out the rain, when you catch the eye of someone walking towards the building. it’s the guy who works in the library—you don’t know his name, just that he usually works on the weekends and has an adorable smile. you shuffle to the right so that you aren’t so close to the automatic door.
he nods at you minutely but then his head snaps back to your direction when he’s much closer, a look of recognition appearing on his face. he nods again, this time with more enthusiasm and, hey, he even shoots you his megawatt smile. it’s enough to ebb away some of your annoyance and you can’t help but smile back with a nod of your own. he then walks past you, pressumably to start his shift, but then, suprisingly, you see him backpedal and move towards you from the corner of your eye.
“do you need this?” he asks and when you turn to face him, he’s holding out his umbrella. it’s unopened and wet and you can’t help but stare it at and then at him. when he shifts back and forth, his expression becoming increasingly unsure, you agree and take it from him which results in him beaming at you again.
“thank you so much. . .” you trail off, wanting to address him by name but that’s difficult when you don’t actually know it.
“thanks jeno! i promise i’ll give it back to you.”
jeno shrugs his left shoulder, smile still in place. “i’m here almost every single weekend.”
“i know. sometimes i come here just to see you.” you admit without thinking, and it’s only when his expression shifts to one that speaks of pleasant surprise that your brain catches up. “i–! no! that–!” you sputter, eyes widening in horror.
the brunet laughs and you find that you want trap the sound in a bottle because it sounds really nice. “‘s’kay,” he assures, “the days you’re here are the ones i like the most.” he says shyly once he sobers up and oh. wow. before you can say anything, he jabs his thumb behind his shoulder. “i’ve gotta start my shift but i’ll see you next week? y’know, so you can give me back my umbrella?”
“i’ll do you one better,” you tell him, gaining a burst of boldness, “let’s go for some coffee tomorrow.”
jeno agrees immediately. you give him your name, swap numbers and then you watch him head inside with a skip in his step. when you turn to leave, you don’t even need to use the umbrella anymore. and you can’t help but smile widely as you eye the rainbow that stretches across the sky, secretly thankful that it rained.
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