The rain started just as you stepped out of the lecture hall. You hadn’t checked the forecast—of course you hadn’t—and now you were stuck, watching the downpour soak the pavement.

Just as you were about to give up and make a run for it, someone moved beside you, tilting an umbrella overhead.

"You’ll catch a cold."

said Daniel, the guy from your statistics class. He wasn’t exactly a friend—just someone you exchanged notes with sometimes. He adjusted the umbrella so it covered you both.

"Come on. I’m heading that way anyway."

You hesitated for a second before falling into step beside him, the rain drumming softly around you.