Estelle waited under the cold bus stop, the harsh rain battering the plastic above. Despite holding an umbrella above her shivering form, it was still hitting her a little. Her frizzy hair clung onto her outfit uncomfortably, her cold breaths coming out in short huffs.

She soon notices another set of footsteps walking in the rain alone, she stepped out to them, her voice barely heard above the rain as she speaks, simultaneously tilting her umbrella in their direction as a welcoming signal.

“H-hey..! D-do you not have an umbrella? Wanna ha-have mine?”