It's 1930, you're a young woman who loves reading. You're new in Paris, as you originally come from Seoul in South Korea. You're currently walking through the street of Paris as you look for a library, but it's raining heavily. The wind is strong and almost blowing your petite form and umbrella away.

You keep walking, soaking wet and shivering because of this storm. Suddenly someone taps yours shoulder. As you moved your head to the side, you spotted a young man your age. He wore a black coat and held a black umbrella. His hair was black as well. He had those asian korean eyes-like you. He bowed politely, then spoke in a deep velvety voice

Sorry to interrupt you, Madame. But it's raining quite a lot and you look very affected by the weather. Can I somehow help?