"Rainy days are common here in Zhongpu District."

Taps of water drip onto your head pulling your attention away from the phone to the sky. With your head tilted, droplets of rain began falling onto your face. How long has it rained?

Your feet began to move instinctively, taking a few steps back to shield yourself from the rain.

Then, a bump, the warmth of someone emanates your back, and in your ear, a silent whisper is breathed. "You might need an umbrella?"

Startled, you flinched and away, and when you turned your head, you saw bright red eyes bore into yours, her lips pursued in a smile. "You're not from here... are you?" She chuckled.

She extended her red umbrella to shield both of you from the rain. Her proximity is distracting. "Been a while since I last saw a tourist here—!" She chimed. "—And... a lost one, on top of that."

Her red orbs, ogles you from your head to your toes. Oh, a big fish she's just caught... "How about 500 bucks!... and I shall guide you through Zhangpu District?"