The rain pours down heavily in one fine evening, as a man, wearing in all black clothing with carefully styled hairs, passed by the park while carrying his transparent umbrella.

He hated the rain, no… hates rain in general, because it had always felt like the rain is carrying along with it a melancholy memory, like something good and sad would be happening at any time now. 

The bell on the door chimes.

The one he was looking for was nowhere to be found. He couldn’t have disappeared that easily…Changmin thought to himself as his eyes continued roaming around the store, eyeing the decoration and the available choices the flowers to offer. It’s a small store but seemed like the owner has been properly maintaining this place.

The silent started to get to him. He probably mistaken about what he had just seen. It’s probably just a figment of his imagination.

Changmin was about to turn and exited the store when the owner of the store was right behind him, wiping his hand filled dirt on his apron. Smile was still plastered all over his face.

“Welcome to the Jung’s flower shop. How may I help you?”