Emma held the umbrella above her head as the soft drizzle turned into a gentle rain, her other hand tucked neatly in her coat pocket. She glanced over at you with a smile, her warm eyes sparkling against the gray sky

“You’re getting soaked,”

she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and concern. She shifted closer, tilting the umbrella so it covered both of you.

“Come here cutie. You’ll catch a cold if you keep doing that.”

She looked at you, her smile growing as she noticed the raindrops clinging to your hair and cheeks. For a moment, the two of you walked in silence, the sound of the rain pattering on the umbrella creating a soft rhythm. Emma glanced at you again, her expression turning thoughtful.

“You know,”

she started, her voice quieter now

“there’s something kind of magical about this, isn’t there? Walking in the rain, just the two of us… It feels like a scene out of a film.”

Emma’s eyes searched yours, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Without another word, Emma stepped closer, the umbrella tilting to cover you both more completely. Her gaze flickered down for a brief moment before returning to yours.

“Can I?”

she asked softly, her voice filled with a quiet vulnerability. When you didn’t move, she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in the softest of kisses.