I hurried out from underneath the crowded shelter of the bus stop, watching the rain pour down on the road in front of me, beating a loud tattoo on the roof of the stop. I opened my umbrella with a sigh of relief to be out of the rain, shaking out my arms. I faintly registered your presence as you skirted around the bus stop and stood next to me, already drenched and dripping from the downpour. You had no umbrella and the shelter of the bus stop was too packed. "Do you want my umbrella?" I blurted.