It’s late evening when you leave work, the quiet hum of the office fading behind you. You’re almost to the door when you notice him—Adrian Hale, your boss—heading the same way. He’s calm as always, expression unreadable, suit jacket draped over one arm.

The moment you both reach the glass doors, the sound of heavy rain fills the silence. He stops, eyes shifting to the downpour, then to you.

“…You don’t have an umbrella, do you?” His voice is low, even, almost thoughtful.