He strolled through the rain without an umbrella. He just loves how the rain drops fall onto his skin... They tingle his senses, and the tiny drops that hit his skin kind of helped cover his pain in the heart a bit. He also loved that occasional violent gush of wind, it makes him... 'fly' if he could put it that way. If he could just fly and fly till he sees his problems no more, he thought... As he walked slowly on that narrow pathway, suddenly, the rain drops ceased from hitting his skin. He looked up and saw a transparent umbrella, shielding him from the rain.
"Are you silly? You got wet all over. Here, let's share this," the one with the umbrella said.
He stopped his footsteps prompting the stranger to stop as well. He turned around to see the stranger.
"Oh... Thank you... But I love the rain drops... It's ok, have it for yourself," he said to her with a weak smile.
"Are you crazy? Seriously... You will catch a cold!" she answered in exasperation, and continued with a stern look, "I insist..."
He looked at her determination and gave in. After all how often do you get an offer to be shaded by a stranger? They strolled slowly, without a word. Finally, they came to a cafe and decided to have a cup of coffee while awaiting the rain to stop.
He kept staring out the window and saw a blur reflection of himself. He looked tired, dull and the radiant that once surrounded him, gone. The stranger, unable to stand the silence finally said, "Hi. I believe we have not properly introduced ourselves... I am Esta Rui." And she gave him the broadest smile she could muster.
"Oh.. Hi... Isaac Kay... Erm.. E.S.T.H.E.R Rui?" he said
"Oh no... Not with the H.E.R, but it's spelt E.S.T.A. It's Latin," she said with a bit of annoyance because people keep getting her name wrong.
Isaac nodded and returned to his aimless staring. Esta rolled her eyes and wondered what's wrong with this man. She offered him shelter, coffee and conversion, and all he does is stare stare and stare... Is there nothing else he can do? Maybe a little bit of appreciation would do for her. Strange man...
The coffee quenched the gloomy thirst and the rain stopped. Isaac hurriedly excused himself to go home. He needed to be alone. As he walked away in huge paces, Esta looked at him, startled and lost. And indeed, her 'strange man' label on him was right... He do look sad tho...
"Ahh... Jerk... He didn't even say thank you~!" she exclaimed...
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