I was at my job, working on my computer until I noticed you. I rolled my eyes and continued working on my poem. I started to think that you were quite pretty but ignored it. After work, I walked out of the building and saw you, sitting outside in the pouring rain. I sat next to you and handed you my umbrella. “Here, take it.” I whispered softly. My voice was deep and mysterious. Like I showed no emotion or something.