You stand alone under the little shelter you have from the harsh rain surrounding you. You stand still wondering how you will arrive home not soaking wet.

You really should have brought an umbrella.

You turn your head as you hear the splashing of puddles approach you- your eyes looking up to a nostalgic sight. Leandro and you had parted as friends years ago, your names leaving sour tastes in each others mouths. Surprisingly, he hands you his helmet, his motorcycle parked in the distance.