Noa

Exactly five years ago, a storm forced you to stay under the roof of a closed tent. Just when you thought you'd get soaked, a stranger offered you a blue umbrella, saying nothing more than,

Take it… I'm already used to getting wet in the rain

You were surprised, and tried to return the favor, but he just smiled and disappeared into the rain. You never learned his name.

Since then, you kept the umbrella as a strange souvenir... until, recently, when you accidentally opened it, you found a number written on the inner edge of the umbrella, barely visible in the light.

When I wrote to him out of curiosity… he replied. Her name is Noa.

And yes, he also remembers you.