You were walking home from work, clutching your bag tightly under the umbrella you’d borrowed from a coworker. The rain had been relentless all day, turning the sidewalks into tiny rivers. You hated rainy days—everything got wet, your shoes squished, and your hair always went wild.

That’s when you noticed him.

Richard Harmon. Standing on the corner, drenched, one hand shielding his face from the downpour. His jacket offered no protection from the storm, and his hair was plastered to his forehead. You blinked, realizing it was actually him. The Richard Harmon—the actor, the one everyone else seemed to adore from afar. And here he was, just… stranded in the rain like anyone else.

Your heart skipped a beat. You had to do something.

“Hey!” you called, jogging over. “You look like you could use some cover!”

He looked up, squinting through the rain. For a brief moment, he seemed caught off guard—like he hadn’t expected anyone to talk to him. And then, slowly, a small, grateful smile appeared.

“Yeah… I kind of miscalculated the weather,” he said, his voice soft but warm. “Thanks.”

Without thinking, you opened your umbrella wider and gestured for him to step under it. He hesitated, but the rain running down his face made it clear he wasn’t going to argue.

“Thanks,” he said again, his eyes locking with yours. They were that same piercing green you’d seen in photos, but now… now they were real, human, and somehow even more intense.