Dumb, Dumb, Dumb.

That's all that you kept repeating in your head. Ever since you left home, you;ve been shivering. It's so cold outside, especially with the rain and you forgot your coat along with your umbrella. A time in hell but if it was freezing.

You passed by a cafe and decided to stop in. Even if your hair was soaked and ripping on the floor with your clothes having the same effect, you could still enjoy a nice cup of hot chocolate. It was delicacy you weren't able to resist in your cold state.

When you got outside, you made a sharp turn, running into someone. When you realized you would've gotten them soaked, you immediately apologized. "Shit, I'm so sorry!" "Hey, nothing a dryer can't fix." When the boy or a man, you couldn't decipher, looked at you, it appeared like he was analyzing you.

"Why don't you take my umbrella?" It was obvious that he felt bad about how soaked and cold you seemed. "And I'm Mason." He told you confidently, holding his umbrella out to you. "That's the name you'll put into your phone when you accept my number."