For the first time that day, someone told me—

Perfection is beautiful, but imperfection also holds its own beauty.

Those words stayed with me for a very long time.

When I said goodbye to Winston Mendoza, a light rain began to fall.

He politely took off his jacket and gently placed it over my head.

“Where do you live? I’ll take you home.”

Tiny raindrops dampened his hair, causing his bangs to fall, obscuring his enchanting long eyelashes.

Seeing that I didn’t respond, he chuckled softly.

“Don’t want to go home?”

I nodded.

After thinking for a moment, he pulled out his phone and swiped through a hotel booking app....