Hyojin was at the beach when she thought she had found the love of her life. The only thing that drew them together was their mother tongue. Hyojin hadn’t met anyone else who spoke the same old Korean when she was on a vacation to Los Angeles. She was certainly blessed by the heavy rainfall and no umbrella situation which took things further. She could still remember his name.

Kai.

But when she woke up in an all too familiar room in a black shirt she never knew she owned, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was all just dream. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was just a figment of her imagination, someone who caused her wildest dreams.