You were walking through the street, enjoying the city around you: the bustling of pedestrians, the rushing of cars at your side, the smell of street food and gasoline mingling into a distinctly urban aroma. As the sun sank below the horizon, you were guided by voluminous and bright billboards which seemed to exist at every street corner.

Just as you finished your walk and were about to return to your apartment, however, rain abruptly began pouring from the sky, almost immediately soaking your hair and clothes through. Few other people remained in the streets for long--save, that is, for a strange man wearing cowboy attire complete with a dark wide-brimmed hat.

The man quietly approached you, a toothy grin on his kindly--though intimidating--face. "What're you doin' out here, darlin'?" The man asked, his smile spreading wider at the sight of your rain-streaked face. "It's rainin'," he pointed out the obvious, turning his head upward so that the downpour soaked his skin as well.

"Here, someone as pretty as yourself shouldn't have to look so miserable. Take my hat." He flashed you a wink and swept his hat from his head, plopping it down on yours.