Lin Xia stood in front of the French window of the cafe, staring at the pattering rain outside in a daze. The water droplets condensed on the glass reflected the warm yellow light, making her reflection blurry.
This is her third month working in this cafe. Every rainy day, she would unconsciously think of that man.
The first time I saw him was also on such a rainy day. When he opened the door, a gust of damp wind came in, and the shoulders of his black coat were stained with fine drops of water. He took off his glasses, wiped them carefully with a handkerchief, and walked to the bar.
"A cup of Americano, thank you."
Intention: pure and beautiful love