Things like fate never make sense. It won't come to your door when you are in a suit and tie, and you are fully prepared. It will pick the moment when you are most embarrassed and least want to see anyone, and kick the door open. The sunshine that day was very ordinary, so ordinary that no matter how I recalled it later, I couldn't remember the specific appearance. I just remembered that the two of them had their heads lowered, like two stray cats driven out of their own worlds, taking shelter from the rain under the same roof. Even looking at each other felt superfluous.
Intention: empty