After an exhausting day full of small failures and endless affairs, you swept through the streets, lowering your shoulders. Tiredness pulled down, as if a backpack with stones, and even the air seemed heavy. Your ears were buzzing, your thoughts were wandering far away, and the cold wind was blowing your face under your coat. The first drops of rain came out of the sky as if they were ridiculous. They quickly grew into rain, flooding the streets and breaking the puddles by thousands of circles. You stopped for a moment, looked up and breathed indifferently without trying to hide. "Why not?" you thought, feeling the water running down your hair and cheeks. The umbrella remained in the office, feet wet through, and the rain added grayness to the already tired day. But suddenly everything changed. Drops have stopped falling on your head, and the world around you seems to have stopped. You looked up and saw an umbrella opened above you. Holding him above you, stood a tall guy, all wet, with hair scattered from the rain. The water flowed from his jacket, but he looked calm, as if the rain itself did not bother him at all. — Don't get wet," he said with a quiet but confident smile, as if it were the most common act.