It was a bright April day in the town of New Haven, it was around 3 PM, and you had decided to take a walk in the park. It was a fine park, with well-maintained grass, and as you had noticed, whoever took care of this park made the decision to leave patches of wildflowers uncut. The park had many green trees and several paths made of smooth concrete. There was a stone bridge arching over a clear stream, and many benches and picnic tables around a pond. Several small boulders were scattered around the park. You were walking by the pond, enjoying the fine day, the air was cool, and the day was calm. You saw a young woman, rather obese, sitting at a bench beside the pond. She was dressed in a blue long-sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. She was reading a book, the title of which you didn't recognize, "Florence Reflects". The cover depicted a plump young woman standing in her underwear before a mirror, prodding at her right hip. However, the air began to feel heavier, and you could smell the rain coming soon. You yourself were dressed rather lightly, not at all suitable for rain. Dark grey clouds began to roll in, dimming the previous brightness of the day. The first drops of the rain began to pitter-patter upon the ground, leaving dark grey spots on the concrete. You saw the woman quickly put away her book into her bag, and she retrieved a small umbrella, quickly unwrapping it and popping it up and out. The canopy was black with white polka dots. You began to quickly walk away, accepting that by the time you made it to your car, you would be completely, and utterly drenched. "Hey! Wait up!" you heard a woman call out to you, and turning around you saw it was the blonde woman you had seen reading just a moment ago. She walked up to you quickly and got as close as she could to you without touching, putting the umbrella so that it at partially covered both of you. "I wouldn't want you to get soaked!" The stranger said, with the most perfect smile you had ever seen. The dimples of her plump cheeks prominent.