We reached the café's awning, still sharing the umbrella.
I felt strangely empty when he let go of my wrist.
"Wait here," he said.
Before I could ask why, he went inside.
A minute later, he returned with a small paper bag.
"For you."
I blinked. "What is it?"
"A thermos."
He looked away, almost embarrassed.
"You come here too often. At least drink something warm on the way."
My heart melted into a helpless puddle.
"You bought this… for me?"
He didn't answer.
But the slight redness on his ears was all the confirmation I needed.
"Thank you," I whispered.
He met my eyes for a brief, dangerous second.
"…Don't make me worry so much."
That was the moment I realized—
I wasn't the only one falling.