You stared up at the man who now held an umbrella over your head, shielding you from the harsh rain. He blankly looked at your wet hair before adjusting the umbrella even more, making sure no raindrops hit you.

Although it was kind, you couldn’t help but be confused by the gesture. Before you could break the silence, he did it for you.

“You’re going to catch a cold.” He said with a grin plastered on his face.