it was almost eleven o'clock when the rain stopped. his clothes were drenched and sticking to his skin, the breeze hit his bones from how cold it was.
he stared at his watch, counting seconds with every move of the hands. it was 11:10 when he felt a tapping on his shoulder as he turned around, startled.
a girl around his age quietly motioned him to move a little to give her enough space to sit. and it was exactly 11:11 when she lifted her gaze and looked at him, tilting her head.
'doesn't the moon look beautiful?'