seeing you again was just a coincidence

it should have stayed a coincidence

nothing more

walking above the flooded streets in the sidewalk— the droplets on my transparent umbrella, the spit-spat of my rain boots, the passing by of cars— it followed me to the bus stop.

a boy a lot taller than me arrived at the same time, the same way i did: pointing at each other as we raised our umbrellas and closed them simultaneously.

"It's you!"

"It's me!"

after closing my umbrella, i quickly opened my pink bag and pulled out his black jacket from the day before.

"I made sure to clean it well. Thank you for letting me keep it."

"No problem. I'm a gentleman!"

we both sat down on the bench after he took his jacket back, waiting for the bus. the night sky was dark yet bright, the moon shining down on us, a spotlight on the both of us.

"So... where are you coming from?"

i pointed from where i came, the right side.

"Flower shop by the candy store. You?"

he pointed from where he came, the left side.

"The police station by the hospital. Do you work at the flower shop?"

"Yes. Do you work at the police station?"

he laughed, and his laugh filled my ears with a sweet melody of high pitched joy.

"God no! My dad does. I wait to see him after I'm done working. He works until really late, you see."

"Ah, I see."

i remember looking down at how pale his hands seemed to the rest of his body. it was cold but not cold enough to make you wear gloves. maybe he was sensitive to the cold.

"Are you cold?"

"Hmm? Not really. Are you? Would you like my jacket again?"

"No! Your hands look very pale."

sanha looked down at his hands, shrugging. he placed the jacket over his hands as if to cover them.

"Maybe I'll be cold, so my skin is warning me."

"I don't think that's how it works..."

he laughed, smiling at me with those big, brown, doe eyes.

"You're no fun. No Fun Nari."

"Hey that's rude! My last name is Han!"

he smiled.

"Your name is very pretty! Almost as pretty as you, miss."

i wanted to tell him that he didn't have to actually call me miss, but i was blushing and turning away from him; so i couldn't.

"What's your last name?"

"Yoon! I'm Yoon Sanha. My name is as cute as me, isn't it?"

i laughed and turned back to him. he did a kissy face and laughed at himself.

"It sure is."