Send me a ✢ for my muse’s reaction to seeing yours standing on their doorstep soaking wet in the rain.
"Yeeeees, come in~" He didn’t quite understand why people— well, customers, rather, felt the need to knock when it was a shop, obviously open for anybody to go in. Just in case it was someone he knew, Lu Han collects his lazy self up from being seated behind the counter to his small flower shop, dragging his feet across the floor until he’s face to face with the door. Being made of glass, he sees right through it and—
For a moment, he was confused, standing frozen behind the door as he thinks. Then it finally sinks in that the boy standing in front of his shop’s door was soaking wet, shivering. “O-oh dear! Please, come in!” Without much hesitation, Lu Han willingly invites the stranger in and leads him to the nearest, sturdy surface near the door where the other could sit.
"H-hold on, sir, I’ll— Oh.. my god. I-it’s you, the boy on the bus! Wait up, I’ll grab a blanket!"