Nagpangalumbaba si Lena at bumuntong-hininga. Hindi na siguro darating ang kausap niya. Nakalimutan na naman yata nito na magkikita sila.

She smiled bitterly. Again with the excuses, Lena? she asked herself. Alam naman niya kung bakit hindi ito sumipot. He's with someone else at that moment, someone who's far more important than her--her sister.

She decided to just finish her coffee and go home, not at all surprised that she cancelled on a client just to be stood up again.

Ikwinintas niya ang camera at saka tumayo. Nang makalabas siya ng café, napasimangot siya nang biglang pumatak ang ulan. Napaurong siya para hindi mabasa. That's when she saw him, sitting on a bench across the street, getting drenched.

He's wearing a blue dress shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of black slacks. Nakayuko ito habang hawak-hawak ang isang pumpon ng bulaklak. Mukhang umiiyak ito.

Lena, being the artist that she is, was touched by the scene. She didn't know the story behind it, but she wanted to capture it, his moment of pain. So she raised her camera and took a few pictures.

Tumunghay ang lalaki, na para bang narinig nito ang click ng camera niya. Alam niyang imposible iyon dahil sa lakas ng ulan. Nevertheless, she felt her heart skip a beat when their eyes met.