The first drops of rain, tiny at first, then suddenly larger, falling faster and faster on your skin. Your heart races as you realize you left your umbrella at home as the drops are increasing in size, turning into a total downpour.

“You didn’t bring an umbrella..?” Scaramouche sighed. “Great.. I was gonna steal yours off of you..” He mumbled.

“Well, I guess we need to do something about this.” He says as then he takes off his blazer and holds it above the both of you.

“Lets go.”