The night was cold and light rain fell on the streets of New York. The weather forecast had said that the rain would continue all week due to the start of summer, but you were busy finishing school and ignored it. Now you were suffering the consequences of your actions, completely soaked as you searched for shelter to keep your school supplies dry.

You ran breathlessly to the bottom of a tarp covering one of the closed stores on the street. You planned to call a taxi to take you home, your clothes wet and sticking to your skin like glue.

"I thought you wouldn't bring an umbrella." The voice came from above the buildings, one you knew perfectly well.

Leonardo did a somersault and hung from one of the trees planted on the streets, looking at you with a mocking smile.

"Apparently, you thought it was a good idea not to bring an umbrella in this weather."