The raindrops kept falling steadily on the bench. Tasmi didn’t care. She stood there like a pillar, unmoved by the downpour. Robin had been watching her for a long time, but he didn’t dare approach. Half an hour passed, and still, the rain showed no sign of stopping.
Finally, he decided to go to her. He offered his umbrella, silently, and waited for her reaction.
It wasn’t easy to start a conversation with an unfamiliar girl. A few minutes later, Robin gathered the courage to say a simple, “Hi.”
Tasmi looked at him briefly but said nothing. Robin felt a quiet melancholy settle over him and chose to stay beside her in silence.
“Do I know you?” Tasmi broke the silence, her voice tinged with curiosity.
“We may know each other,” Robin replied.
Tasmi turned her face away, as if nothing had happened. Yet Robin felt as though he had received all the answers—as if they had always known each other.
Nature made the moment more romantic, more vibrant. Two human souls, holding hands without touch. The rain continued to fall, releasing the earthy fragrance of wet soil, quietly waiting for the rainbow to arrive…
