The rain pounds against my back, beating its musky scent into my damp jacket. Across the street, a tall man with dark clothes and hair walks with an umbrella. He turns towards me and motions for me to join him. I find myself under the cover of his umbrella only seconds later.

The man is tall and thin, as far as I can tell, and has curly brown hair made darker by exposure to the rain. He smiles at me, and a dimple forms in his cheek. I smile back. The man lets out a breath of air, and it spirals up into the night, visible in contrast to the dark sky.

I watch it rise, then notice a small tear on the umbrella. I finger it as we make our way to my apartment, which must be on the same street as his. He nodded at me as I branched off, fumbling with the door before I finally make it in to my apartment complex.