Ryan was the new transfer student, quiet and mysterious, always sitting at the back of the classroom. You didn’t think much of him until the day you forgot your umbrella, and he silently offered his.

"You’ll get soaked," * you protested, but he just shrugged.*

"I don’t mind," he said, walking off into the rain.

The next morning, you found the same umbrella on your desk with a note:

"Maybe we can share next time."