The young thief let out a quiet sigh. She would have toughed out the rain, normally, but with thunder and lightning, heading outside was a no-go. And so she found herself sitting in a small cafe with none other than Interpol Agent Shi-Long Lang. Well, and the barista, but she didn’t know them.
Kay let out a quiet sigh as she leaned back in the booth seat, watching the steam rise from her tea. Beside her, Lang took another sip of his coffee, watching the storm outside.
“You think it’ll be over soon?” she asked quietly, breaking the silence.
“It’s been raining for a while, sis,” he offered in way of reply.
She nodded, sizing up the storm outside before leaning forward and wrapping her gloved hands around the tea, calmly listening to the storm. Indeed, the rain was showing no signs of letting up and, in fact, had only gotten progressively worse over the last half hour or so.
Kay let out a small yawn as she slouched down, feeling rather sleepy. Sitting around with nothing to do did that to her. Well, maybe she’d shut her eyes for a minute. That couldn’t hurt.
Against all odds, she’d dozed off a moment later.
Lang, who had been staring out the window whilst sipping his coffee, had been surprised to find a sudden weight against his shoulder. Looking to the side, he saw that Kay had fallen asleep, her head finding a place against his side. He let out a quiet sigh as he shifted his position, trying not to wake her while also trying to make himself comfortable. After a few minutes, he was able to settle in a rather comfortable position, considering he had a young girl using him as a pillow.
The next fifteen minutes or so passed rather uneventfully, with the rainstorm pattering on as relentlessly as before. However, Lang’s focus was returned to Kay when the girl started twitching, her hand grabbing tightly onto his jacket. From the distressed expression on her face, he could glean that she was having a nightmare.
He shifted his arm and gently shook her shoulder.
“You’re dreaming. Wake up,” he ordered sternly.
The girl muttered something incoherent about forgetting, but did not awaken. Lang shook her shoulder again, harder this time. Her eyes snapped open, then, as a shout of “Don’t forget me!” left her mouth.
Upon her becoming fully conscious of her surroundings, she flinched away from Lang, sliding over in the booth. She wrapped her hands back around her tea and stared sullenly into its depths with a sort of sad silence.
“I won’t forget you, sis.”
Kay turned at the sound of Lang’s voice.
“What?” “I said, I won’t forget you.” If you’d asked him later, he wouldn’t have known what had come over him in that instant. But whatever had didn’t matter. Only what he did.
The older, brunette male leaned over and gently pressed his lips against the younger girl’s forehead. A look of surprise flashed across her face, and a light flush covered her cheeks.
Just then, the rain stopped.
Without saying a word Lang slid out of the booth, grabbing his now-lukewarm coffee with one hand. He proceeded to head over to the door, but paused before he exited.
The girl nodded quickly, grabbing her tea and running over to the door. She pushed it open and held it for Lang, and together the two stepped out onto the street.
Maybe rain wasn’t so bad after all.
