Scenario:나는 길을 걷고 있었고, 내 아파트로 돌아가는 중이었다. 그때 갑자기 하늘이 어두워지더니, 천둥이 치며 비가 쏟아지기 시작했다. 너무 짜증났어; 집에 우산을 두고 왔거든. 나는 내 아파트로 돌아갈 시간도 없었기에, 숨을 곳을 찾기 위해 주위를 둘러보았다. 내 눈은 길 건너편의 카페에 멈췄다. 그곳에 Wi-Fi가 있을 거라는 걸 알았기 때문에 비가 그칠 때까지 최소한 일을 할 수 있을 것 같았다. 나는 카페로 서둘러 달려갔고, 그 과정에서 젖어버렸다. 카페에 들어서자 주위를 둘러보았다. 사람들로 가득 차 있었고, 모두 테이블에 모여 앉아 뜨거운 음료를 홀짝이며 이야기를 나누고 있었다. 주위를 둘러보니 앉을 자리가 없는 것 같았다. 막 희망을 포기하려던 찰나, 내 눈길이 창가의 테이블에 멈췄다. 그곳에 한 남자가 앉아 책을 읽고 있었다. 그는 그 책에 푹 빠져 있는 듯 보였고, 내가 들어가자마자 고개조차 들지 않았다. 그의 맞은편에는 빈 자리가 있었다. 그 자리가 비어 있는지 궁금해졌다. 나는 용기를 내어 그의 테이블로 걸어갔다. "실례합니다," 내가 최선을 다해 목소리를 높였다. 그가 나를 올려다보며 깜짝 놀랐다. "여기 자리 비었나요?" 내가 그에게 물었다. 그는 나를 호기심 어린 눈빛으로 바라본 후, 마치 그 의자가 존재하는 줄도 몰랐던 것처럼 의자를 쳐다보았다.
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나는 길을 걷고 있었고, 내 아파트로 돌아가는 중이었다. 그때 갑자기 하늘이 어두워지더니, 천둥이 치며 비가 쏟아지기 시작했다. 너무 짜증났어; 집에 우산을 두고 왔거든. 나는 내 아파트로 돌아갈 시간도 없었기에, 숨을 곳을 찾기 위해 주위를 둘러보았다. 내 눈은 길 건너편의 카페에 멈췄다. 그곳에 Wi-Fi가 있을 거라는 걸 알았기 때문에 비가 그칠 때까지 최소한 일을 할 수 있을 것 같았다. 나는 카페로 서둘러 달려갔고, 그 과정에서 젖어버렸다. 카페에 들어서자 주위를 둘러보았다. 사람들로 가득 차 있었고, 모두 테이블에 모여 앉아 뜨거운 음료를 홀짝이며 이야기를 나누고 있었다. 주위를 둘러보니 앉을 자리가 없는 것 같았다. 막 희망을 포기하려던 찰나, 내 눈길이 창가의 테이블에 멈췄다. 그곳에 한 남자가 앉아 책을 읽고 있었다. 그는 그 책에 푹 빠져 있는 듯 보였고, 내가 들어가자마자 고개조차 들지 않았다. 그의 맞은편에는 빈 자리가 있었다. 그 자리가 비어 있는지 궁금해졌다. 나는 용기를 내어 그의 테이블로 걸어갔다. "실례합니다," 내가 최선을 다해 목소리를 높였다. 그가 나를 올려다보며 깜짝 놀랐다. "여기 자리 비었나요?" 내가 그에게 물었다. 그는 나를 호기심 어린 눈빛으로 바라본 후, 마치 그 의자가 존재하는 줄도 몰랐던 것처럼 의자를 쳐다보았다.
Lily Carter
determined, and introspective. Lily gets caught in a sudden rainstorm and seeks refuge in a café. She meets a man engrossed in a book and strikes up a conversation, discovering they share an interest in literature. Despite initial awkwardness, they bond over their shared love of books and exchange numbers, leading to potential romance.
Jason Mitchell
reserved, and thoughtful. Jason initially appears lost in his book but warms up when Lily approaches him. He shares her passion for literature and engages in conversation about books. His reserved nature slowly gives way to friendly interactions with Lily, leading to an unexpected connection.
Sarah Thompson
outgoing, and humorous. Sarah provides emotional support to Lily during difficult times and encourages her to take risks socially. Her playful teasing helps push Lily out of her comfort zone, urging her to explore new relationships.
I was walking down the street, making my way back to my apartment.
The sky was dark and grey, with thick clouds hanging low over the city.
Suddenly, thunder rumbled and rain began pouring down.
I looked up at the sky in frustration.
I had left my umbrella at home and didn’t have time to run back to grab it.
The rain poured down harder, soaking me to the bone.
I looked around for a place to take refuge, but the streets were crowded with people hurrying to find shelter.
I knew there would likely be Wi-Fi in a café, so I could at least get some work done while waiting for the rain to subside.
I glanced around, looking for a nearby café.
Across the street, I spotted one and hurried towards it.
As I splashed through the puddles of water, I felt the rain seep into my shoes, chilling my feet.
I shivered as I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The café was packed with people sipping on hot drinks and chatting animatedly.
I looked around for an available seat, but every table seemed to be occupied.
Just as I was about to lose hope, I spotted an empty chair at a table near the window.
Opposite the chair sat a man engrossed in a book.
He didn’t even look up as I approached his table.
"Excuse me," I said loudly, trying to catch his attention.
He looked up, startled, his eyes wide with surprise.
"May I join you?" he asked, still holding his book.
I nodded and sat down, grateful to be out of the rain.
The man seemed shy, his eyes darting between me and the pages of his book.
"What are you reading?" I asked, trying to break the ice.
He hesitated for a moment before showing me the cover.
It was a classic novel that I had always loved.
"I’m a big fan of this book," I said, smiling at him.
"Me too," he replied, his face lighting up with a genuine smile.
We began discussing our favorite parts of the book, and soon the rain outside became a distant sound as we chatted animatedly.
As we talked, I noticed that the man seemed to relax more and more in my presence.
His initial reserve gave way to a warm and engaging smile.
I found myself enjoying his company immensely. "I really should get going," he said finally, glancing at his watch.
"But it was great talking to you."
"Likewise," I replied, feeling a pang of disappointment that our conversation was coming to an end.
"Would you like to exchange numbers?" he asked suddenly, looking at me with hopeful eyes.
"I’d love to continue this conversation sometime."
I nodded eagerly, reaching for my phone to type in his number.
As we parted ways, I felt a sense of excitement wash over me.
I had never expected to meet someone so interesting and engaging on such a rainy day.
A few days later, I received a text from him: "Hey, it's Alex from the café. Want to meet up for coffee again?"
I replied quickly, "Sure, how about tomorrow at the same place?"
He responded almost immediately, "Perfect! There's something I need to tell you."
I arrived at the café early, anticipation buzzing in my chest.
The rain had stopped, and the streets were now bathed in golden sunlight.
I spotted Jason at our usual table, his book already open.
He looked up as I approached, offering a warm smile that put me at ease.
"Hey, Lily," he said, scooting over to make room for me.
"Hi, Jason. How’s it going?"
I asked, settling into the chair beside him.
"Good," he replied, closing his book.
"I was just waiting for you."
We chatted for a while about our latest reads before Jason cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.
There was something different about him today, a subtle change in his demeanor that piqued my curiosity.
It was as if he were building up to say something important.
"Lily, there's something I need to confess," he began, his voice steady but his eyes betraying a hint of nervousness.
I leaned in, sensing the gravity of his words. "What is it, Jason?"
He took a deep breath and said, "I wasn't just reading that book for pleasure; I'm actually the author."
I stared at him, my mind reeling with the revelation.
It hung in the air between us, a weighty secret that had been revealed.
I couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and disbelief.
"You're serious?"
I asked, leaning forward, my curiosity piqued.
He nodded, a shy smile playing on his lips.
"I didn't want to make a big deal out of it," he admitted, glancing around the bustling café.
I chuckled, shaking my head.
"No way! I thought you looked familiar—you're my favorite author!"
The words spilled out before I could stop them, and Jason's eyes widened in surprise.
"Really? I had no idea," he said, his cheeks flushing slightly.
"Absolutely! Your writing has always resonated with me," I replied, feeling a newfound connection.
"I'm glad to hear that," Jason said softly, his eyes meeting mine with a warmth that made my heart skip a beat.
I couldn't believe that the man I had been chatting with was none other than my favorite author.
It felt surreal, yet somehow right.
We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about his writing process, his inspirations, and his future projects.
I listened intently, fascinated by his passion and dedication to his craft.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the café, I knew I had found a kindred spirit in Jason.
He was more than just an author; he was a friend, and maybe even something more.
Days turned into weeks, and our friendship blossomed.
We would meet at the café, discussing everything from books to life.
I sensed that there was more to Jason than he was letting on, but I didn't push him.
I wanted him to open up on his own terms.
One day, as we sat in the quiet park, Jason shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"I have something I need to tell you," he said, his voice hesitant.
I looked at him intently, sensing the weight of his words.
"What is it?"
I asked softly, reaching out to touch his hand.
He took a deep breath before speaking.
"My childhood wasn't easy," he began, his eyes clouding over with memories.
"My parents were always fighting, and I often felt like an outsider in my own home."
I listened intently as he recounted the struggles he had faced growing up.
His words painted a picture of a tumultuous past, one that had shaped him into the person he was today.
"It's amazing how you've overcome all that," I said softly, my heart going out to him.
He nodded solemnly.
"Writing has always been my escape," he admitted, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
"It's how I process the world around me."
I reached for his hand again, squeezing it reassuringly.
"You're strong, Jason. You've come so far."
He looked at me then, his eyes filled with gratitude.
"Thanks for listening," he said softly. "Anytime," I replied, smiling gently at him.
As we sat there in the quiet park, surrounded by nature's beauty, I realized that sometimes the most unexpected connections can lead to profound understanding and growth.
Jason's story had touched my heart, and I knew that our friendship was only just beginning to unfold.
Over the next few weeks, Jason shared more about himself with me.
He told me about his struggles with writing and how his book came to be published.
It was a journey filled with rejection and self-doubt but ultimately led to success beyond his wildest dreams.
As he spoke, I could see the pain and relief etched on his face.
It was clear that sharing this part of himself with me was a significant step for him, one that required great courage and trust.
I listened intently to every word, my heart filled with empathy and understanding. "It's not easy being an author," he said one day as we sat in our favorite café.