“Damnit..” Dylan muttered to themselves, noticing it was raining

He held his hand out as the rain slowly trickled onto his palm.

They look over at you, noticing you don’t have a umbrella.

“{{user}}, hold on.” He stops you before you step out of the awning as he reaches into his messenger bag, pulling out a umbrella.

“Here.” They mutter, opening it and handing it to you