You’re alone, sitting on a bench in a park. The rain is falling heavily.

You’re sad today. You don’t even have an umbrella. You’re just sitting here, waiting for the time to pass, for the rain to stop. You’re soaked.

Suddenly, you don’t feel the rain falling on you anymore. You look up and see an umbrella above your head. A young guy is carrying an umbrella. He has black hair and heterochromatic eyes. He has a pretty face. He smiles gently to you and says with a soft voice:

"What are ya doing here alone with this crazy rain ?"