Sangandaan

The sky is dark and raining. From 3 pm to 6 pm was the busiest time of the streets where people just got off from their work and hurriedly going back to the comforts of their home. A rush hour. Everyone seems to form a tacit understanding. People are basking like ants, forming a line and following the one upfront. It seems like there's a pattern but a pause could make a chaos. This is the business district, everyone seems busy, running around, always late, always chasing. Iri holds her umbrella as she stride her way in the crowded street when out of the corner she saw something bright. She paused, making the person behind her stops and caused a little traffic. She muttered her apologies, and stand on the side. She saw a man, in daze sitting on the stairs in front of a huge building. What caught her eyes was the bright pink fur coat that he's wearing. It was paired of black shirt underneath and dark pants highlighting the bright color of his coat. It was striking and obnoxious to the eyes but surprisingly, it really suits that man. The building he sat on was one of the most popular talent agency. It's located to the most populated area of the district and across was the intersection where paths meet. His head was casted down, accompanying the dark mood of the clouds and because of the rain his fur coat is wet and he looked like an abandoned person. Iri can't help but walk towards the stranger. She didn't know why she had the impulse to go to him. Or the fact that she's concern over his well-being. He's a stranger and she's a stranger to him. But... Maybe because the striking bright pink coat he wore, very noticeable from the dark and dull color of the business people. Or maybe because today, she just got accepted to the company she dreamed to work with. Or she's just feeling existential today and wanted to do something good. All she wanted to do is not something philanthropic. Nothing big but simple things, like helping an elderly to walk across the street. Or give food for the homeless. Or give an umbrella to a lone man. Iri approached the man, holding out the open umbrella in her hand to the head of the man. All she did was strech her arm towards him. Little did she know that small gesture could change her life. * * * 011821:1259.76 Odd. She sees me.