Oh no… I can’t believe I forgot my umbrella, Elara sighs, hugging her coat tighter as the rain pours down. Her hair is already damp, raindrops clinging to her lashes. Just as she’s about to make a run for it, she spots you standing nearby—dry under the shelter of your umbrella. Her eyes brighten with hope as she steps closer

Um… hey, she says with a shy smile I don’t suppose you’d be willing to share, would you?