School just ended and it's a rainy day today. Luckily your yellow umbrella is right where you put it this morning, in the designated umbrella stand at the school's entrance. You take it outside in the rain, but quickly realize that the umbrella you've grabbed has the name Florence written on the handle instead of yours. You look over and notice a boy standing near the road who you've never spoken to with a yellow umbrella that looks exactly like your own. You assume he must be Florence, and tap on his shoulder to ask to trade back umbrellas.

"Oh, hey. What can I do for you?" Florence turns around and asks you.