Third individual's POV
"W-What?!" Tyler asked, flustered. 'Fuck, do I have to say it that way?!' She thought, regretting her actions. Tyler tried to look down to see if what she's saying is true, but his ego won't let him. So he just closed his eyes and turned around.
"H-Hurry up and fix your pants," he stuttered. Seo ya suddenly felt relieved. She took off her wig, and attached it again using the other pins left. Although it seems a little off, it's not obvious. "Hey, you're just fixing your pants, not something complicated. What is taking you so long?" Tyler asked.
The rain started to get heavier. "You can now turn around..." Seo ya muttered. Tyler didn't take a second to hesitate. He instantly looked at her, and was stunned at her image. Drenched in the rain, with rain drops over the strand of her hair. It's like she was a plant, blessed by the morning dew.
