The Rhythm of the Rain

Leo was the kind of person who always forgot his umbrella, preferring to run through the rain than carry extra weight. Maya, on the other hand, was always prepared. One Tuesday, a sudden downpour trapped Leo under the awning of a local library. Maya, stepping out with her bright yellow umbrella, noticed him shivering. Without a word, she tilted the umbrella over him. "Headed to the station?" she asked. They walked ten minutes in silence, the rhythmic tapping of rain on fabric the only sound, but by the time they reached the stairs, they both felt a strange reluctance to say goodbye.