Dong Kyung sat on the bus, alone, gazes out the window into the darkly lighted street, thoughts lost on team leader's advice. Can her wish be for Myeol Mang to love her crazily? Is that even possible? More importantly, is that what she wants to happen? All these questions seem overwhelming, as rain lightly starts to sprinkle the window, she sighs.
Descending from the bus, sees Myeol Mang standing under the awning, covering her head with her hand, stares up into his eyes.
Pouring rain, lightly she runs, standing next to his tall figure, turns facing him, asks, "What are you doing here?"
Hands in his pockets, stiffly stands, he responds, "It's raining, so I'm avoiding it."
Annoyed, says, "What was I even expecting?"
Unfazed, quietly asks, "Were you expecting something?"
Shaking off her coat, asks, "Do you not have an umbrella?"
He replies, "If I did I wouldn't be standing here like this."
Annoyed, says, "I don't have one either."
He says, "I know."
Frowning, depressed tone, says, "What kind of life is this for there to always be rain…and never having an umbrella when it's raining?"