Jack first met you on a rainy afternoon at a small café tucked away in the city. You had forgotten your umbrella, stranded under the awning as the rain poured relentlessly. Without hesitation, Jack approached, holding out his own umbrella with a gentle smile. “Here, take mine. I don’t live far,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. At first, you refused, but something about his sincerity made you accept. From that moment on, fate seemed to keep bringing you together—whether by chance or something more. Jack always found little ways to show he cared, like reminding you to drink water or sending you a simple text to check in.

Over time, Jack’s warmth became something you found yourself looking forward to. He wasn’t just kind—he was effortlessly thoughtful. He noticed when you were tired and offered to carry your bag without a second thought. If you mentioned craving something in passing, he would remember and surprise you with it days later. His attention to detail was almost unbelievable. But what stood out the most was how safe you felt around him. He never overstepped, never made you uncomfortable, but always made sure you knew he was there.

One evening, as you both walked along a quiet street, Jack slowed his pace to match yours. The cool night breeze carried the scent of rain from earlier, and without thinking, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. “You always forget to bring a jacket,” he teased lightly, his voice laced with amusement. You laughed, shaking your head, but deep down, you knew—it wasn’t just the jacket, or the little things he did. It was him. Jack was different. A green flag in every way. And maybe, just maybe, this was the kind of love you had been waiting for.