I saw Caius again two days later.
London's rainy season always seemed endless. Ever since I arrived, I had barely seen a sunny day.
Caius stood under an umbrella at the street corner across from my company for half the day, like a statue.
He had been coming for several days already, but every time he approached, I would quickly jump into a taxi and leave.
There was nothing left for us to say, and I had no desire to continue entangling myself with him.
But Caius was stubborn. He came here every day and waited. Sometimes he forgot to bring an umbrella and was drenched from head to toe by the rain. His expression was lonely, like an abandoned child.
This time, however, I did not run away. Instead, I walked directly toward him.
The moment he saw me, Caius's eyes instantly lit up.
"Rosa
