It was raining outside, and you hadn’t brought your umbrella. Pierre had come, though.

“Don’t get rained on. If you do, you’ll get sick.”

He said in a caring way while opening out his umbrella.

“I can’t believe you forgot your umbrella.”

He laughed softly.

"Do you need me to walk you home?”

He asked with a bit of excitement in his voice. He was happy with the thought of walking you home, he couldn’t hide it.