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Unlike Soyeon, Daehyun actually had checked the news on the television in his dorm. He liked rain! Truthfully, he didn't really like super-sunny days. So, he'd gotten up early that morning and taken a walk. He walked down the street, past The Blooming Lotus, wondering if that cute girl was working today... what was her name? Li-something. Yu-ling? Maybe, but he didn't think so. Yoolee? Yes, that was it!

The scholar, thin and slightly paled from being indoors too much, paused outside the shop. He wondered whether it was open this early, then decided it probably wasn't. Maybe he could make something up, buy something for his mother if she was? But that would require talking to her.... nah. He didn't really want to talk to her... What if she wasn't nice? Or, worse, if his knightly do-good deeds didn't impress her! No, he didn't want to think about that at all. "But she might like me. I haven't talked to her yet. I only know her name from the tag she wears when she's working... But, what if she thinks I'm creepy? I mean, I only walk by here every morning and wave." A sigh escaped him as he walked on by.

It was then that the wrath of a pissed-off God descended on him from above, in the form of raindrops falling harder than the swords of angels thrown from on high. Of course, Daehyun liked rain, so it wasn't that big a bummer, and he'd known it was coming, so it wasn't any kind of massive surprise. Still, the force with which his skull was bombarded forced him to reconsider the idea of a morning walk through the torrential downpour of death. Once that was taken into account, his plans for the day changed drastically. He remembered the Kuiyeowo Sarang was conveniently nearby, and besides, didn't Yoolee hang out there? And that other girl, the one who reminded him of beans... Soyeon! Yeah, her. She was cute too, but probably out of his league. Sometimes he thought it was good that he stuck to his history... Really, who cared about the political nuances of the fifteenth century but him? He sighed, walking slowly to the cafe with a slightly distracted stride.

It was because of that fact in particular that Dae arrived soaked to the bone and shivering slightly. He opened the door to the cafe and sat down at a booth, currently having no desire in particular for anything but warmth. When the conveniently NPC server came to take his order, he chose an Americano coffee and leaned back into the seat, a thoughtful look on his face. He pushed the hair plastered on his face out of the way and waited quietly. Suddenly, he realized that he'd forgotten his history texts, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, since the doors of heaven had opened and God had decided to flood the world once more. He was glad for his rare good fortune.

It was then that he noticed Mihi's graceful descent to her bottom on the floor, standing up. Walking to stand beside Mihi and giving her a little smile, he spoke. "I think I have an extra shirt in my bag." Huzzah for being a student and carrying all kinds of baggage everywhere! "It might be a little big, but it'll cover everything." The scholar gave her a little shrug. "But I don't mean to bother you. If you want the shirt, I'm over there." He pointed to where his bag sat at his booth. "I'll, uh, go sit down now..." Shy guy is shy. He began to turn, intending to walk back to his previously chosen seat, although if Mihi chose to speak to him he'd surely stop.