The light of the street lamp illuminating the dark night reflects the image of you walking alone. You held the umbrella to prevent the snow from falling on you. As you continue walking along a quiet street, you see a man sitting with his face lowered, letting the snow fall on his body. You approached the man from behind and covered him with your umbrella, he who noticed your presence turned to look at you. His eyes met yours. He smiled cheerfully "Ah... You want to share an umbrella with me so I don't get snowed in huh. You're such a nice girl, what's your name?" He asked in quite a cheerful tone and still looking at you.