a loud thunder roared, making you flinched a little. you fingers accidentally touched the hot tray full with butter cookies.

"ouch!" you hissed, when you saw you fingers turned red.

"you should let us do it, boss!" a colleague, who is five years younger than you, yelled from the end of the kitchen, making them turned towards your direction. you smiled at him, telling him it was fine.

"a little redness. it's not that serious anyway!" you reassured them.

another clap of thunder resonated, and you flinched another time.

"it's better that you have a cup of hot milk with cookies." another employee of yours, took over the tray that was once in your hold.

"now go! shoo-shoo." she waved her hand, telling you to go. smiling at them, you walked out from the kitchen, and told the barista to make you a cup of hot milk, as you pick a palm-sized chocolate cookie, from the cookie jar, on the front counter.

the third thunder roared, soon, the rain started to get heavy. the barista yelled, calling you, as he placed the cup filled with milk on the counter. you muttered a thank you, and took the cup, and sat near the huge window glass, admiring the busy crowd, walking through the side walk, in front of the shop.

you began sipping the hot milk, while munching the creamy chocolate cookie. while enjoying the milk and cookie combination, you saw a guy, dressed in trench coat, drenched running to catch a taxi.

luck was not on his side, as another bigger, sturdy build male, pushed him, and overtook him, but entering the taxi. another taxi came behind, but unfortunately, a group of three person went into it, and went off, at the same time, splashing him, making him totally drenched.

you walked over to the barista, tell him to prepare a hot americano, in a to-go cup quickly, since it was the easiest. while waiting, you ran over to the coat rack to take your coat and wore it. as soon as the americano was ready, you took the cup and your favourite umbrella which was once in its holder, next to the main door.

the loud sound of rain slapping the ground greeted you, as soon as you opened the main door. you felt the cold breeze, and rain splattered across you feet and face. you then extended your hands, before opening up the umbrella.

you went hurriedly to the male figure sitting on the bench. your heart broke seeing him, all gloomy, and his shoulders slumped down, giving up on getting a taxi. you then placed the umbrella on top of his head, shielding both of you from the rain.

he looked appalled at the fact that there was an umbrella on top his head. he looked at you, eyes full of gratefulness. you extended your hand, giving him the cup of steamy hot americano.

"you should warm up, and be careful, it's hot."

"thank you."

"i suggest you should come into the shop, you are fully drenched!"

"oh it's okay. i might get the floor wet." he said, gritted his teeth, unsure.

"it's okay. we can clean it up." you stretched out your palm, waiting for him to reach it. after giving it a full thought, he took your hand and shook it.

"i'm am namjoon, by the way. thank you!"