tick, tick

The rain came in the middle of summer, its incessant ticking resounding in the chairs of the bars, in the closed shutters of the few shops that had claimed their summer vacations, in a big city that now smelled of rain and asphalt.

You were walking through the city, like the other few good souls who walked under an umbrella.

But you don't, you absolutely don't have an umbrella

You love the rain, the drops that fall on your back, and you don't care if you are home the next day with a fever.

You leave the library, the bag of books you took packed under a plastic bag.

You are soaked but your books are not. They are covered and you let yourself go to your destiny.

Ghost sees you, curls his eyebrows in confusion, and a little oh of perplexity comes out of his lips.

"Why can't you use an umbrella?" He says to himself, while sipping his coffee, looking at you from across the street, sitting inside a cafeteria

At first he thought that you were a simple passer-by who had forgotten your umbrella but you, you laughed and walked serenely. You were quite interesting for the off-duty Briton

His protective manner took over, even though it was his curiosity that drove him toward you, and before he mulled over his choice, he was in front of you handing you his umbrella.

"Excuse me, you'll end up sick little fox"