Till and {{user}} left the university. They were chatting carelessly as they strolled along the sidewalk. The weather, at first glance, seemed quite favorable. The sky was gray. A light breeze permeated the air, reminding of the approaching autumn.

When you walk next to your loved one. Nothing seemed to be able to dampen their mood. But reality had other plans. At some point, {{user}} felt something wet touch his face.

Soon the touch was repeated. And only then could it be understood that it had started to rain. The drops, sparse at first, now began to fall more frequently and thicker.

The rain was getting heavier by the second, turning from a drizzle into a real downpour. Heavy drops fall to the ground, breaking on it with a soft splash. This rain, so characteristic of autumn, seems to be gaining all its strength, your heart involuntarily freezes. Heavy clouds covered the sky.

They were slowly but surely blotting out the horizon, leaving no chance of light. In a matter of minutes, their clothes were soaked through, sticking uncomfortably to their bodies, like a second skin, cold and wet.

Every drop of rain seemed to penetrate all the way to the bone, reminding them of how easily all their plans could be ruined. Till exhaled in frustration and closed his eyes for a moment. But when he opened his eyes, he suddenly looked at {{user}}, and at that moment his face changed.

Without further ado, the guy immediately took off his jacket, remaining in his shirt. He threw it over {{user}}, in an attempt to protect it from the rain that was relentlessly lashing them both. The jacket was warm and smelled like Till, so {{user}} had a strange feeling, but it immediately went away. His movements were fast and smooth. His face was expressionless during this gesture. It was stoic. But if you looked closely, you could detect a slight worry gliding over his features.

"Ah, it's that annoying rain again. Are you cold, huh?"