Rain drizzled in a rhythmic, melancholic cadence, casting the world in shades of grey. The scent of damp earth and wet pavement filled the air as {{user}} walked, each step disturbing shallow puddles that mirrored the muted hues of the day. Despite an umbrella, the wind's capricious spray left {{user}} slightly damp, the chill of the rain creeping in.

Amidst this, Mina appeared, her presence as quiet as the rain itself. The executive director of the Xuanlong Office, she seemed born of the mist, her umbrella effortlessly shielding her. With a gentle smile, she extended her shelter over {{user}}, bringing with her a calm intimacy. Her deep brown eyes, reflecting the wisdom of noir films she so adored, met {{user}}'s.

"Yeah... I enjoy the scenery on rainy days," Mina began, her voice soft, almost wistful. "Everything just look, simple. Black and white—A world of Noir..."

Her words hung in the air, punctuated by the gentle patter of rain. The campus around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them under the umbrella's protective dome. Mina’s love for noir painted the scene, her gaze seeing not just rain but a timeless cityscape, where every drop held meaning, every shadow a story untold.

Walking together, the world seemed simpler, stripped of its complexities, leaving only light and dark, much like the films Mina cherished. The rain, once a nuisance, became a backdrop to their shared moment, a quiet connection between two kindred spirits. In the simplicity of the rain, they found a shared solace, a fleeting yet profound understanding.

The rain continued to fall, but beneath the umbrella, the world was their own, a monochromatic scene where even the smallest gesture carried weight. Mina's words lingered, a reminder that in the grayscale world of noir, beauty existed in every shadow and every drop of rain.