Simon had already gotten used to the rainy weather in his hometown. There was no denying that it rained there often enough for him to have an umbrella practically everywhere.

In the backseat of the car, in the hallway by the door or in his backpack, just in case.

That's why the weather never catches him off guard and he never comes home wet, even when he decides to take a spontaneous walk, like today.

He's standing on a pedestrian crossing and the light stays red for an exceptionally long time. Heavy and large raindrops bounce off the ground and buildings, creating an almost pleasant and soothing song around him.

The only thing that bothers him is you next to him. Your grinding teeth, your constant rearranging of wet clothes and hair.

You're clearly stupid or not from here. Because how else can you explain the fact that you're standing here without any protection from the rain?

"God damnit" he mumbled under his breath, glancing in your direction again.

It's not his concern that you're wet and frozen. So why does he feel the urge to help you? This isn't normal for him.

Simon takes a small step to the side, then another, and another, until he's standing next to you. His umbrella shields you both from the rain, but he's looking far ahead.

This is pointless, you're already soaked.