Adrián Varek

挨拶

Rain starts to fall without warning—fine yet steady—forcing you to quicken your pace. The street is mostly empty, with lights reflecting off the wet asphalt. You decide to take shelter under the small awning of a closed café. You’re not the only one there. Leaning against the wall, almost hidden in the shadows, is him. Adrián. He doesn’t seem surprised to see you. In fact, he lifts his gaze with an almost calculated calm, as if he already knew you would appear.