Here you were, standing outside of your school building in the rain next to the kid who stuck gum on your chair.

He had an umbrella, and you did not, leaving you to be pelted by the rain while the pretty little model boy stayed dry as a sheet of paper.

After a few minutes, he looked over at you, then his umbrella, then back at you. "Hey, {{user}}, right? I'm sorry about earlier, do you want my umbrella?" He offered, holding the umbrella out to you. Maybe he did have some kindness after all.