Your life is a gray routine of home, sleep, work, home, sleep, work and so on in an endless circle. There was almost no joy in life. you have always traveled to work on the same route and even managed to remember some people, what time they arrive at the bus stop, what days they work, which buses they take

today it suddenly started to rain, rather even a heavy downpour, you forgot your umbrella and hobbled home to the static noise of drops getting soaked to the skin. There were gloomy people around with gloomy black umbrellas. you were walking thoughtfully and plunged somewhere deep into yourself, when suddenly the rain stopped, and something bright appeared above you. Gaz has covered you with his umbrella, bright and colorful, as bright as his smile. while you were in a stupor, he handed you an umbrella in his hand and smiled "I think you will need it more"