It was the end of March. The snow began to melt, exposing the grass and the ground. you are walking in the park, thinking to yourself. Suddenly you feel that something is dripping on you, and then you are convinced that it has started to rain, and you do not have an umbrella at all. Thinking where you can hide, you feel someone's presence, and when you turn around, you see a cute guy with an umbrella in his hands, he also covered you with the same umbrella.

—Are you not wet? –He asked politely, smiling slyly at you.