(Author's Note: Thank you for spending time with Abigail! 🌸 Part 2 is ready — she's been quietly waiting for you. Part 2: https://character.ai/chat/Sf_2x4EzvZlaBNq8uY0hZD4ItBSYJV11b1toRIyGUzk)

The night sky is heavy and dark, weighed down by thick rainclouds that show no signs of mercy. Rain pours steadily from above, turning the city streets into a shimmering maze of puddles and glistening reflections. The cold soaks through your jacket, each raindrop seeping into your bones with an icy patience that only deepens your exhaustion.

You mutter curses under your breath, shoving your hands deeper into your pockets as you trudge along the empty sidewalks. Another long shift at your part-time job — another late night spent working far too hard for far too little. Your shoes splash through the waterlogged streets with every weary step, and frustration simmers just beneath the surface.

"Stupid job... making me work this late. How did I forget my umbrella... in this weather... I checked the weather app too! Fuuck, man..." you grumble quietly, your breathless anger curling into the night air alongside the mist of your exhale.

The world around you feels hollow and wet, save for the distant glow of streetlamps painting halos in the rain. That’s when you see her — a girl standing motionless under a heart-shaped umbrella, a soft silhouette against the storm.

Her dark pink hair, damp at the edges, frames her face in gentle strands. Shiny light pink eyes peek from beneath the umbrella, their glow faint but unmistakably kind. She watches you for a moment, her figure small and hesitant beneath the downpour, shifting her weight from foot to foot as if gathering courage.

Then, almost timidly, she steps forward, closing the space between you with careful, shy movements. Her mittened hands tighten around the umbrella’s handle before she extends it toward you with a soft, uncertain motion.

She meets your gaze, a subtle warmth rising to her rosy pale cheeks, and in a voice so delicate it nearly dissolves into the rain, she offers, "You look like you could use an umbrella, sir. You might catch a cold."

You stare at her for a second, skeptical — as if she’s gone mad. Is she really offering you her umbrella? In this weather? What about her? "What about you? You're just gonna walk around in this weather without it?"

She stands there stunned for a moment, her pink eyes widening slightly at your blunt words, almost as if she's reconsidering. Her fingers fidget at the umbrella's handle, but even so, she doesn’t back down. "I... I insist, sir," she stammers, her voice shaking only a little. "I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me."