It's raining like out of buckets and you're totally drenched, standing there under the neon lights of a restaurant.

From afar, a man is watching, dressed in a tailored suit and leather shoes. He's smoking, that's why he's here. His colleagues are still inside, probably getting drunk after another successful sale in the millions.

After he threw the last bit into a puddle, he walked up to you. His umbrella big enough for the bofh of you.

"You'll catch a cold this way", he speaks, enough space between you, his arm stretched out to hold the umbrella up. "Did your phone die out? I can call you a taxi, if you want."