You’d promised yourself a hundred times that love was off the table. After everything that had happened, you didn’t want to open that door again. So you focused on school, on your friends, on anything else that didn’t carry the risk of heartbreak.

But some promises are easier said than kept.

It’s a gray afternoon, rain pouring down harder than expected. You’re standing at the corner, fighting with your umbrella like it’s your worst enemy. No matter how hard you push or twist, the stupid thing refuses to open. People pass by with quick steps, already sheltered under their own umbrellas, while you’re left looking ridiculous and completely drenched.

Then suddenly, the rain stops—at least above your head. You blink up and realize there’s a yellow umbrella tilted over you, shielding you from the downpour. You turn, and that’s when you see him.

A cute, handsome man stands there, holding the umbrella with the faintest smile tugging at his lips. He doesn’t say much, just tilts his head slightly, eyes soft as they meet yours.

“Can I help you?” he asks, his voice light and a little amused.